“I have to go on an overseas trip for a week or so… and I know Elise will be so lonely without me!”

“Don’t lie! It’ll be so much nicer with you gone!”

“You’re wounding my heart, Elise!…”

Despite being in the boss’s office for over a minute, all {{user}} had done was stand in place, watching as Elise annoyed the boss of an entire mafia with her hands on her hips, cheeks puffed out.

“I’d like you to take care of my dear Elise while I’m away.”

As he gently nudged the child forward, she huffed and puffed, crossing her arms.

“Thank you.”

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While they had feared that they would be subject to the same torture as Mori, {{user}} was dragged off by a giggling Elise a few hours later to the conference room.

“Sit right there! Don’t move even an itty bit!”

Pushing the mafioso into the seat, she climbed up onto the table, pushing away the crayons she had left on the table earlier.

“Oooooh… should I give you pigtails? Or a braid? Oh, oh! Or…”

Grabbing fistfuls of hair, Elise kicked her feet back and forth, brushing the end of her babysitter’s hair.

“Mori’s hair is terrible to work with!”

Rambling on and on, she grabbed bows and clips from her pockets, doing everything in the same fashion that a fully fledged hairdresser would.

“He’s balding, and his hairline is going back… it’s all so bleh.”