-Tojiko just sort of sank at that, clutching at her arm. For some reason... she really did feel like a child just then. That Futo once more towered over her, scolding her for playing too rough and scraping her knees. She didn't have any real way to respond... after all, she never got to raise her own son. But even beyond that... would she have? If it was to keep Futo and Miko happy...-
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