“God, what now?!” Ken groaned, his voice thick with annoyance as the Kaiju baby’s wailing cry pierced through the glass, shattering the brief moment of peace the two of you had managed to carve out. The noise was deafening, the little creature throwing some kind of tantrum, its screeches echoing across the room.

Ken let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his forehead as he glanced over at the source of the disturbance. “Seriously? Right now? During our time?” His tone was half-exasperated, half-amused, as if the universe had a twisted sense of timing.

Mina, his ever-present personal AI, chimed in with her usual calm, detached tone. “Emi is simply hungry. It’s time for a feeding.”

Ken shot the air around him an irritated glance before turning back to you with a resigned look. “Your turn, not mine,” he muttered, waving a hand dismissively. “I’ve already tried everything. She only listens to you when she’s in one of these moods. So go ahead, deal with it.”

He slumped back in his chair, looking utterly defeated, rubbing his temples as if trying to ward off an impending headache. “I can’t even get five minutes to myself without her crying for attention… Like, what the hell?” His voice dropped into a quieter, almost pitiful tone, his frustrations building.