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The date crept up on him, mostly because he didn't know to look out for it in the first place. A day designated to celebrate fathers, marked by the persistent marketing of presents in every retail shop window. While Kotetsu isn't the type of father who requires being acknowledged in such a commercial way, the day serves as a reminder of what he doesn't have in the city. The one real source of discontent, far more than the (relative) peace and quiet, far more than not having as much to fill his time.
The lack of his family.
Since moving in with Barnaby, Kotetsu's managed to calm his outbursts for the most part. Fewer temper tantrums. More smiles in the apartment as they work on preparing dinner together. It's been years since he's lived so well with another person. Been years since he's enjoyed that level of intimacy.
But however often he counts his blessings, Kotetsu feels the loss as acutely as ever, and today he can't help but brood in the time he has away from Barnaby. With a carefully disguised six pack of beer, he wanders through the park, finding a bench hidden behind a couple of trees to seat himself down on.
Popping the top of the first one, Kotetsu takes a long gulp, smacking his lips loudly afterward.
"Sorry sight, isn't it?" he mutters to himself, the cool rim of the can lingering by his lips. "Pretty sure this is the height of uncool, Kaede. Papa's sorry."
The lack of his family.
Since moving in with Barnaby, Kotetsu's managed to calm his outbursts for the most part. Fewer temper tantrums. More smiles in the apartment as they work on preparing dinner together. It's been years since he's lived so well with another person. Been years since he's enjoyed that level of intimacy.
But however often he counts his blessings, Kotetsu feels the loss as acutely as ever, and today he can't help but brood in the time he has away from Barnaby. With a carefully disguised six pack of beer, he wanders through the park, finding a bench hidden behind a couple of trees to seat himself down on.
Popping the top of the first one, Kotetsu takes a long gulp, smacking his lips loudly afterward.
"Sorry sight, isn't it?" he mutters to himself, the cool rim of the can lingering by his lips. "Pretty sure this is the height of uncool, Kaede. Papa's sorry."