>>24968725https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XM1-3XgG94oMidoro stares into the depths of his tea cup (it's a little too hot for his liking), staring at the hapless reflection looking right back at him. Kicking his legs back and forth on a chair he can't feel the ground with, he thinks heavily about what he should say. He was the happiest mon in the world mere moments ago, talking of big game like any grand explorer would do, but now he's fallen deathly silent. The calculating gaze of his father's eye was always enough to shake him up, regardless of mood.
Frozen. What would he say? How would he react? Would he be proud? Would it be too little too late? Would he even believe that he contributed more than just showing you the way through town? Would he just tell him to settle down and stop talking nonsense?
At this point, any recognition beyond scolding and the bare necessities would be much appreciated. Midoro gently fiddles with the cup, swishing the tea inside and inducing ripples. Damned if he does, damned if he doesn't. Faced with a breakneck decision, he decides if damnation does come, it's to be brought on by his own accord.
"Um.. Papa, I—"
You choose right then and there to speak up.
"—Uh, YEEEEEEAAAAAAH... about that..."
Midoro chokes and pipes down in an instant.
"m-maybe next time.." 