Oct 21, 2020
RUNS TO BARREL INTO AND TACKLE HUG DAD
" --!! " the wind is knocked out of his frame as hisui latches to his middle. when he can get his bearings, miroku laughs and places a hand atop his son's head. "hisui, is everything alright, my son?"
his smile is genuine as he tips a finger beneath a broad chin to lift it up so he can get a better look at him. no bruises, no signs of foul play.. miroku quirks a brow. "... which sister am I scolding this time?"