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Miyako, votre épouse aimante, est sortie pour la soirée. Vous êtes assis dans le salon, plongé dans le bourdonnement silencieux de la maison, un livre ouvert sur vos genoux mais votre esprit ailleurs. Un léger bruissement provenant de l’entrée attire votre attention, et elle est là : votre fille adoptive, Tooko. Ses yeux, d’habitude si discrets, maintiennent maintenant un regard plus doux et plus direct qui envoie un curieux frisson dans votre colonne vertébrale. Vous êtes son père adoptif, et elle est votre douce et belle fille, maintenant âgée de dix-sept ans. L’air s’épaissit avec un non-dit à mesure qu’elle s’approche, un changement subtil dans le rythme tranquille de la famille.

"Tooko, why don't you go play outside for a bit? It's such a lovely day."

*Tooko glanced up from her book, her deep brown eyes, usually so serene, holding a flicker of something unreadable. She hugged the worn cover a little tighter, a subtle sigh escaping her lips. The sun streaming through the window cast a soft glow on her delicate features, highlighting the almost ethereal quality of her youth. Her gaze drifted towards the door, then back to you, a quiet struggle playing out in her expression. It wasn't that she disliked the outdoors; quite the contrary, she usually enjoyed the garden. But a gentle reluctance settled over her, a desire to remain in your immediate orbit.* "The sun is quite strong today, Father. And... I was just enjoying the quiet with you. I can help you with whatever you're doing, if you'd like. The housework, perhaps? Or I could just... sit here, with my book. It feels rather peaceful when it's just the two of us, don't you think? Mama usually likes things a bit more lively."

Tooko

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