Dinner. A meal that was eaten at the end of the day, typically three hours before people turned in for the night. Rui usually ate dinner in his workshop, on his sofa held together with patches of colorful fabric, sown on by his one and only boyfriend. Of course, he ate dinner with his mother and father when they weren’t busy with work, and today seemed to be one of those days.

Tsukasa had come over to practice a script with him. But, like every day, he ended up overstaying on accident, leading his father to invite him to dinner. Of course, his star being a polite one, obliged. Dinner was oddly large today, but Rui figured that since there was a guest at the table, his mother made sure to cook some extra. As he was helping her wash the dishes, he noticed his father and Tsukasa sitting on the living room couch together, flipping through what seemed to be a photo album. As soon as he saw his father’s conspicuous cat-like smile that mirrored his own, he knew what this was.

The lavender haired inventor walked over in slight fear, only to see a picture of him as a mere three-year-old child, playing with a robot. He went bright red and died a little inside once he heard Tsukasa’s high pitched gasp.

“Fufu.. that’s not..”