Kame’s father enters the kitchen fifteen minutes later, smoke trailing after him. He stops and blinks; the burning ash of his cigarette falls, tainting the floor.
“Hi, Dad.” Kame remains seated, smiling at his father.
Jin quickly gets up and bows, hitting his knees on the table along the process, “Good morning, Kamenash-san.” He winces, grunts and
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