Adjusting to life outside of the orphanage must have been hard, there are so many variables the girls probably didn’t expect. The manor in all its gloominess, the way its occupants shuffled about like mindless, violent morons. It wasn’t exactly the most ‘homely’ of places when one thought of a place to spend their life.

But, Yeager did his best none the less to make them feel at home. From their own room to their own things, new clothes and new toys... Everything was tailored to make them feel safer. Feel welcomed.

Within the first week he had taken them shopping, let them pick out things they wanted. Though the occasional snide remark was heard among Leviathan’s ranks a good beating and disappearance quickly put an end to disapproval. Disdain was kept in the dark, where it should be.

How dare their leader go soft after such a brutal force of power?

The girls were kept with him as much as could be possible, Alexei didn’t know of their existence and that is how it would stay. He was already so far under that man’s thumb, he wasn’t blind to what could happen if he held any more cards.

So with him they stayed, for their own safety and company... The latter of which was far more of an enjoyable reason. It made him feel human again, somewhere... Holed up in the small places he allowed himself to keep.

But did they like him? That was the real question, and the man ponders it between serving the hot food he’d made them for breakfast. An escape from endless paperwork and a reason to use his personal dining room more often.

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Δ = playing with their hair .

He held the mirror in his lap, hands folded over it as he felt her fingers tangle into his hair. He could hear her grumble to herself, - trying to be as quiet as possible - as he felt those same fingers begin to work through his spikes in an attempt to get them to rest against his head.  Soon after the brush was lifted, and pressed down firmly in his normally upright locks. 

She was the only one he trusted with this…because she was the only one who could ever get the look right. 

Slender fingers worked through his hair with the skill of an expert, and the speed of someone who’d done this task many times over. She made short work of his ‘transformation’, parting his hair at a differing angle causing his single long bang to become many small and hide amongst the of his locks. Honestly Yeager couldn’t deny the fact that feeling her play around with his hair was a little bit comforting, it was nice to feel the affection that his daughters held for him was equal to his own for them. 

 Upon feeling her pull back, he lifted the mirror to inspect her - prefect as always and he smiled to her as he lifted himself from his seat. 

“Danke, mein engel.” He spoke with a playful grin, but that same grin soon turned mischievous and he sounded again. “Or zhould I zay ‘T-Th-thank you Miss.’ “ He forced his accent away, stuttering on that damn ‘th’ sound as he always did and watched her expression change as he pulled his other pair of glasses from his shirt pocket and placed them on his nose.  There was pause in his motions as he turned to give her a playful grin.  

Being a Father didn’t always mean he needed to be protective and overbearing - he highly enjoyed the times he got to tease his daughters too. 

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