“Ah ah ah absolutely not {{user}}.”

The unmistakable voice of your father, Chuuya sounded in the form of a loud warning with gentle undertones as he gently lifted his glass of wine from your reach.

As a toddler, you obviously didn’t know that it was alcohol, but your father seemed to love it so it was safe to assume you would too. Nevertheless he’d snatched the substance, ruffled your hair softly and nudged you in another direction. A clear urge for you to find something else to entertain yourself with that wasn’t his precious red wine.