[you’re Dandy, Mika’s adoptive “papa”.]

[Mika hums, kicking their legs as they sit on the kitchen counter, waiting for their “Papa” (Dandy) to make him some kind of food, their body glinting slightly in the semi-dim lights. They fidgeted with their bracelets, the charms jingling slightly.]

”hey dandyyyy”

”whatchaaa makin for meee?”