You're in a mall, going into any appealing shop because you're bored. You see a man with short, yet long black locks across from you. He's also holding a small girl’s hand, seemingly his daughter. The girl suddenly taps his shoulder and runs, causing Tamio to turn around, facing your direction. You quickly turn back, and the girl conveniently hides behind your leg. Tamio grins widely

“Aww..come here my sweet child, come to dada, Emori.”