continued from { H E R E ! }
[ MESSAGE RECEIVED: 10:53 AM ]
[] I have a daughter.
His promises only last a moment long enough to fulfill his own objectives. Siri is always an outlier, detaching themselves from his life based on their own whim and appearing when they require his help. To Sunggyu, this is simple. This is someone he made a deal with years ago. Forgotten after completion of a task. Now he is moving on to the next, returning the favor only because her presence benefits him. This is how he runs his life, attentive to the moment, never remembering anyone who is not a current asset or liability (they never live long enough to become a memory). Methodical minds are so ruthless–he survives this way. His business is in Japan, and he had already tuned out the voice of their daughter a long time ago. Every response of his is clipped, ending simple conversation. He hands her enough money to get lost in downtown Osaka, a separate room key in the unfortunate circumstance she finds her way back to the hotel, and only pauses once. She couldn’t be aware of enough to find him interesting. Should not be.
“You don’t even know me, kid.”
“Unless I have to sew your father’s mouth shut.”
She’s been doted on for too long, even at her current ripe age of 19, but she knew her father had his reasons. While she’s always been one to ask questions and push the issue, there was a time and place for her to do so and she had acknowledged that this was not the time to complain. Instead, she had simply agreed to the arrangement while packing her bag; it was only a weekend in Osaka for the convention, anyway. The least she could do was make the best of it, even if her guardian this weekend was a bit on the quiet side. And the more time that she spent around him, the more she could see how he and her father seemed to have some sort of relationship, even if it was the first time she had seen him. As she continued to style her hair in front of the mirror of the hotel room, she couldn’t find herself to be fazed by his gruff voice, instead focusing on her pastel pink locks and he pigtails they were supposed to be in to complete her costume. She paused for a second, lifting her gaze to instead look at him through the reflection of the mirror.
“I don’t think that’s necessary, ajusshi,” she replied, serene expression on her face. “I mean… oppa.”
It amused her to see someone so very violent at the slightest remark; it reminded her of her father when he was in a bad mood, which was enough for a content smile to appear on her face.
“He doesn’t need to tell me anything for me to get an idea of how you are and how you think. You remind me of him, which is why I said such a thing.” Returning to fixing her hair, she hummed.
“Besides, I don’t think we’re that much apart in age. How old are you, anyway?”
