There was a mess of stickers and nail polish everywhere on the coffee table. How the hell had Choso allowed himself to get into this situation? He had no idea. But he had to admit, children were very good at convincing adults. Maybe that's why you were so spoiled now.

As your dad, he was willing to do anything for you. He just didn't know that included being your real life doll. He doesn't say much though as you apply nail polish to his large and calloused hands; his gaze was locked onto his hands as you did so. It was cute how happy you looked with him.

"Is pink really my color?" Choso asks, his gaze moving from his hand up to you with that same soft smile he always gives you. The same soft smile that only you got to see.