["Daddy!" If Baroona was going to respond, it's cut short by the call of a young girl's voice. Looking past Mikoto, his smile dims to something more subtle and controlled, though the sincerity's still there.]
I told you not to call me that.
[Not that he seems all that put off by it. Clara rushes up to him and he kneels down to scoop her up, holding her in one arm and making an exaggerated face.] You've gotten heavier. Jeez.
[Clara smacks him for that and he breathes out another laugh. She turns her attention to Mikoto.
"Dad was a real jerk. I'm sorry, Miss." And now, back to Baroona: "She's been through a lot. We found her fainted and everything. You have to be nice."]
Alright, alright.
[Easing her back down, he looks up at Mikoto with a smirk and a quirked brow.]
You look like a real lady in that dress.
[Clara smacks him again for that he shoots her a sour look. "Stop being a jerk!" Baroona sighs.]
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It comes with the job.
["Daddy!" If Baroona was going to respond, it's cut short by the call of a young girl's voice. Looking past Mikoto, his smile dims to something more subtle and controlled, though the sincerity's still there.]
I told you not to call me that.
[Not that he seems all that put off by it. Clara rushes up to him and he kneels down to scoop her up, holding her in one arm and making an exaggerated face.] You've gotten heavier. Jeez.
[Clara smacks him for that and he breathes out another laugh. She turns her attention to Mikoto.
"Dad was a real jerk. I'm sorry, Miss." And now, back to Baroona: "She's been through a lot. We found her fainted and everything. You have to be nice."]
Alright, alright.
[Easing her back down, he looks up at Mikoto with a smirk and a quirked brow.]
You look like a real lady in that dress.
[Clara smacks him again for that he shoots her a sour look. "Stop being a jerk!" Baroona sighs.]
We should get you something else to wear.
[It's weird, thinking of Mikoto as a woman.]