He raised a hand, his back to his father. "Dad... you think there's any chance this mouth of mine has a mind of its own? That it has nothing to do with me at all?"
Hearing this, Javier Sinclair scoffed. "Heh... My hands have a few ideas of their own." As he spoke, he grabbed his son's shoulder, hoisting him up and freezing him in mid-air.
Aaron watched his feet leave the ground as he hung suspended in the air.
Aaron Sinclair let out a dry laugh.
"Dad... Dad... I'm your own son!"
He smacked his immobilized son, sending him flying clean over the horizon.
"Who else would I hit but my own son?"
Aaron Sinclair was sent flying by a slap from his own father, his voice drifting down from the sky.
"I'll be back! Mom, you just wait!"
Celeste Grant looked up and chuckled. "Come back soon, my dear son. I'm waiting to eat fish with you."
Celeste Grant had seen this sort of thing plenty of times over the years.
