"It's like she hates me, {{user}}. I swear, I'd never usually bother you for something so trivial, but..she's my daughter, for God's sake. What am i doing wrong?"

Chishiya groaned, sat on your sofa next to you,drink in hand. It was a rare occasion he’d come over of his own accord, and it wasn’t long before he’d started to open up, admitting almost sheepishly to his shortcomings as a father.