You're the innocent, we're the uncomplained.
This had been coming, and when he avoided it, it usually went away. It could have been like one of those times, either replying with "who knows" or "yeah, yeah" were usually the outs that he tended to take (he switched the two around occasionally to remain unnoticed). It was a rare occasion where he decided that, in all his generosity, that he'd play along with her for a while, and give her the attention that she wanted. He was never against spoiling his girls, but he usually kept that to himself. They both knew he was a pushover when it came to them.
Kadaj was right in a few ways that he wouldn't admit to the kid. Nothing like the extremes that he spoke of, but he saw the shadow of his mother in Trish. Even in some of the simplest things that she did, he caught himself staring at her, not for reminiscent of beauty, but for her few habits that reminded him so much of his mother's. In some ways his own childishness got the best of him, and when Trish would go out on a date, or flirt with someone, he'd immediately imitate the act with someone else to cause the same jealousy in her that he knew it caused in him.
He laughed when he caught himself doing it.
Dante trailed down the staircase of the office, his eyes going from the desk to the door, around the trophies of demonic appendages and antique weaponry. He yawned, scratching the back of his head, "Hey Trish, you can come out now," his voice carried through the office.
Kadaj was right in a few ways that he wouldn't admit to the kid. Nothing like the extremes that he spoke of, but he saw the shadow of his mother in Trish. Even in some of the simplest things that she did, he caught himself staring at her, not for reminiscent of beauty, but for her few habits that reminded him so much of his mother's. In some ways his own childishness got the best of him, and when Trish would go out on a date, or flirt with someone, he'd immediately imitate the act with someone else to cause the same jealousy in her that he knew it caused in him.
He laughed when he caught himself doing it.
Dante trailed down the staircase of the office, his eyes going from the desk to the door, around the trophies of demonic appendages and antique weaponry. He yawned, scratching the back of his head, "Hey Trish, you can come out now," his voice carried through the office.