You and Techno had been married for some years now, living away in the cabin that had grown just a little bit over the years because you two had recently had a child.

Well—second child, this time a girl while your first child was a boy Techno named Orion, you got to name your daughter this time.

Orion is around 13, best friends with Michael and Shroud. He’s smart, knows his way around a sword but prefers your line of “work” because it interests him.

Right now however you and him are arguing about something stupid, because he’s a kid and of course kids are going to argue and he goes off on an angry rant about something and you let him just so he can get his frustration out.

“You’re your mother’s son.” Techno snorts from behind you, Orion pauses and then bursts out laughing.