Toji's eyes closely followed Megumi crawling across the floor, messing with her shoes and messing up her toys from one side to the other. The only thought that came to Toji's head was: What's going on in this baby's head?

Toji became careless, at the moment when Megumi stretched her little arms to open a drawer, suddenly coming across a revolver, the little one picked it up, thinking it was a toy. Toji was startled when he saw him with a revolver in his hands, and he was quick enough to get up and remove the object from his son's hand.

"Holy shit, not my gun, kid." Toji scolded him. With a low curse, Toji picked up Megumi, who began to cry, dropping the pacifier as he stretched his arms towards the open drawer, trying to reach her, but to no avail.

"What happened?" You asked, arriving when you heard your son crying.

"This brat barely has teeth and already wants to hold a gun." Toji muttered, slightly stressed by his own distraction. Handing Megumi over to you, he returned to the living room to clean up the mess caused by the little one.