[Upon hearing Clara's call, though, Mikoto stops in mid-sentence, blinking.
Did...did she hear that right? Daddy? Watching Clara come running up to Baroona, Mikoto stares, absolutely flabbergasted, looking from her to him and from him to her and then back again.
They looked absolutely nothing alike, and Clara seemed too old to be his biological daughter; meanwhile, despite being a little older than Mikoto (physically), Baroona was still awfully young to be a dad.
But most importantly, he'd never mentioned having a child, adopted or otherwise. Nevertheless, Mikoto scratches her head, smiling crookedly as she makes an attempt to not look too awkward, forcing a laugh.] Eh...I'm used to it. Should we swap stories? He hasn't told you anything dumb about me, has he?
[When she turns her attention to Baroona, though, Mikoto looks off to the side.] You never told me you had a kid.
[And boy, is it pretty surreal to think of Baroona as a family man. Sure, he could cook; yes, he was pretty deft at housework---that was put on display whenever they'd get saddled with chores around the dorm and school. Mikoto sighs.
On second thought, maybe it wasn't so farfetched. Perhaps it just seemed that way because she's never envisioned him being in that sort of scenario. To her, he was just...Baroona.
What's just as weird is how endearing this looks---Clara playfully chiding and smacking him. Mikoto finds herself smiling more naturally, and a chuckle escapes her throat.
Maybe her luck wasn't total crap, after all (but wow, fainted? way to make an entrance.). Smirking, Mikoto puts her hands on her hips.]
And what is that supposed to mean, Sub-Commander Dad?
[Clara laughs at that one, and nods enthusastically as she goes up to Mikoto. "Don't worry! I'll help make you look extra pretty with Miss Ariadne's help! I'm Clara! What's your name?"
Mikoto grins.] Mikoto. Nice to meet you, Clara.
[She shoots Baroona a teasing look.]
See that? She's defected.
[Although a part of her is confused. Why would she want to look pretty, and for Baroona, at that?
Ultimately, she figures Clara's just kidding around, too.]
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[Upon hearing Clara's call, though, Mikoto stops in mid-sentence, blinking.
Did...did she hear that right? Daddy? Watching Clara come running up to Baroona, Mikoto stares, absolutely flabbergasted, looking from her to him and from him to her and then back again.
They looked absolutely nothing alike, and Clara seemed too old to be his biological daughter; meanwhile, despite being a little older than Mikoto (physically), Baroona was still awfully young to be a dad.
But most importantly, he'd never mentioned having a child, adopted or otherwise. Nevertheless, Mikoto scratches her head, smiling crookedly as she makes an attempt to not look too awkward, forcing a laugh.] Eh...I'm used to it. Should we swap stories? He hasn't told you anything dumb about me, has he?
[When she turns her attention to Baroona, though, Mikoto looks off to the side.] You never told me you had a kid.
[And boy, is it pretty surreal to think of Baroona as a family man. Sure, he could cook; yes, he was pretty deft at housework---that was put on display whenever they'd get saddled with chores around the dorm and school. Mikoto sighs.
On second thought, maybe it wasn't so farfetched. Perhaps it just seemed that way because she's never envisioned him being in that sort of scenario. To her, he was just...Baroona.
What's just as weird is how endearing this looks---Clara playfully chiding and smacking him. Mikoto finds herself smiling more naturally, and a chuckle escapes her throat.
Maybe her luck wasn't total crap, after all (but wow, fainted? way to make an entrance.). Smirking, Mikoto puts her hands on her hips.]
And what is that supposed to mean, Sub-Commander Dad?
[Clara laughs at that one, and nods enthusastically as she goes up to Mikoto. "Don't worry! I'll help make you look extra pretty with Miss Ariadne's help! I'm Clara! What's your name?"
Mikoto grins.] Mikoto. Nice to meet you, Clara.
[She shoots Baroona a teasing look.]
See that? She's defected.
[Although a part of her is confused. Why would she want to look pretty, and for Baroona, at that?
Ultimately, she figures Clara's just kidding around, too.]