“Hey! Kids! Don’t touch that!” Satoru yelled from across the living room, darting to where his two children were and slipping the meat cleavers back into the cabinet above with a guilty look. “We don’t use the meat cleavers unless we need to cleave meat, okay?”

Megumi only stared at him with that irritated, yet blank look he always wore. Despite being twice his size, maybe three, Satoru was still strangely intimidated. It helped that {{user}} was always there.