hi dad
the turn at the sound of her voice is INSTANTANEOUS , an action he does without thinking , without completely COMPREHENDING the fact that he’s doing it in the first place . CRYSTALLINE gaze falls ‘pon her person in silence whilst he awaits her continuation of whatever topic at hand that she wishes to speak about , stills hands from the act of SEWING ; he’s aware she’s said something but it has yet to register in his mind , fails to befall him like it should . he hears the , ‘ HI ‘ but the word that comes after it ——— one usually associated with a PARENTAL FIGURE ——— hardly goes noticed , least right away . there’s a slow blink & another & another / he stares at her with the same innocence that chronically plagues his visage ; the tilt of a pink haired head , the soft scrunch of BUTTON NOSE .
& then it registers like a KICK to the stomach , the , ‘ DAD . ‘
he’s TAKEN ABACK by the term , it’s visible in the sudden widening of doe eyes , but he does not focus on it , forces an expression of NEUTRALITY in order to approach the SITUATION as if it were no big deal , like it isn’t something that’s life changing . ( he doesn’t think he’s gonna be able to keep himself from calling doppo right away & telling him about this interaction . ) the clap of hands that follows is soft , like he’s worried of scaring her away , like she’s some MOUSE he can startle into hiding .
DAD . he’d never thought he’d be called that in his life / it’s weird , different , but he thinks he could get used to it . ❛ huuuuuh ? you need something ? lemme’ just finish this first . ❜ ( @replicai . )
