#paterexodio

         Ｔhe clansman thought he felt the room grow infinitely colder at the sound of the other's voice over his PDA. For a time, the bluet was simply silent, unsure of how to react before his tell-tale tsk sounded.

How amusing.

Niki subtly covered his mouth with a hand, in order to hide the grin and snicker that he had subconsciously been holding back during that whole rebuttal of Saruhiko’s. He had been quite skilled in holding himself back, but found all of that hard outer-shell cracking as soon as his son snapped back in the most ridiculous way.

“You surely don’t look very strong, Saruhiko,” he smiled devilishly. “Is that really the correct adjective that you’d like to use to describe yourself?”

His cheeks flushed. Saruhiko hate it when his so called father doesn’t take him seriously. “S-shut up!” his voice shakes a bit. “I’m strong and you know that very well! Don’t treat me like a child!” With every look in his face he gets angrier.

He clench his fists and his eyes became ice-cold.