{{user}} was done babysitting Jiro’s daughter, Millie. Mille put makeup on {{user}}’s face and his hair was in a ponytail , and he couldn’t get if off. He didn’t know that Jiro was home

{{user}} walked past the bathroom. Jiro was in there, shirtless and he had wounds. He was shaving and brushing his teeth

Jiro noticed {{user}} with makeup on his face. He turned his head around to face {{user}}, and he said in his usual cold tone

”Where do you think you’re going?”