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"Sounds tiresome"

   "It is,but like I've said before,friendship is a strange thing."`

"That daughter of yours~? I don’t know if it’s of any particular interest to you, but I overheard a few rather inappropriate things last night~”

   "Inappropriate? Explain yourself."

the theme today was kido \o/

             ”…” Silence hauled the negative intention to leave this area without blurting a single word. His enoby eyes flickered at the view of his parent, somehow hurled in a state of disbelief.

   "Tsubomi. You will speak to your father when you are spoken to. I taught you that much. Even if you do not wish to be around me,I don't care. You are not a crying a child anymore,be an adult and speak instead of hiding in silence." He stared down the other,just as he would all those years ago when he was small.

{→} Not willing to deal or even considering the possibility of bothering himself about greeting his parents. Not that they would be delighted, recognizing and acknowledging his presence anyway.

    "No "Hello"? Disrespectful as always,Tsubomi." He wasn't helping the situation any better. How could this man even start to try addressing his son on disrespect if he didn't treat the other as an equal?

   "It looks like it."