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My father sighed deeply and gave a quiet nod. "I have indeed changed. And… heh."
He smiled lightly, clearing the remaining traces of tears from his eyes as he looked at Flamie with a bit more confidence returning to his expression. "Would you stop calling me a crybaby already? I just cried once and you immediately start mocking me that way."
"Boohooo, Flamie don't goooooo! I am such a crybaby I need my pet dragooonnn, boohoooo!" Flamie mocked him childishly, putting on an exaggerated pout and waving his small claws in the air. The playful taunt made my father laugh in an annoyed yet affectionate way.
"You damn little brat, you're still the same as I remember!" my father laughed heartily and tried to chase after him. He ran around with surprising energy while Flamie chuckled and flew just barely out of his grasping hands, darting left and right with quick, playful flaps of his tiny wings.
