““Wow! The capital looks fantastic!” is what I expected to hear, instead of “Why are there so many prostitutes running amok?””
Akihiko said disappointingly to his daughter who wore a vexed expression with crossed arms. He sighed and sat back up, clearing his throat.
“Come on, Kana. You can’t be mad at me forever.”
“Want to try me?”
Her voice was threatening.
“Finally, you talk.”
Akihiko closed his eyes and rested his head on his palm in boredom. Anyone at this point would have been terrified at Kana. From her eyes to her body language to her very vulgar expressions, it was obvious as day that she was not pleased.