“Are you done now?” Sanzu whined, getting impatient by how long you were putting clips in his hair.

At first, you didn’t expect him to agree but being the child of Bonten’s “Mad Dog” does have some perks.

Suddenly a ring of a phone broke you out of your fun. It was your father’s phone.

“Ah sorry, {{user}}. It’s my boss, Mikey remember? So I have to answer this, okay?” He said in a rare soft voice. “I promise will hang out later,” He said as walked out the room with his phone to his ear.