"That slut? We only see him once in five years. He definitely is not coming today," Tzadok folded his arms across his chest and huffed, his closed eyes scrunching slightly as if he were glaring at some invisible target.
His bright red hair seemed to bristle with irritation, and his posture radiated the kind of dismissive contempt that only a real twelve-year-old could muster when complaining about an absent parent.
"He probably forgot we even exist. But doing a Father's Day festival held by his children... Hm..." He paused, his expression shifting from annoyance to contemplation, a thoughtful frown crossing his handsome features. "That might be a wonderful excuse to summon him, don't you think? If we make it grand enough, if we create something that he simply cannot ignore, he might actually feel obligated to show his face for once."
Ash made an awkward smile, scratching his chin with one finger in a gesture of nervous discomfort.
