He knows no budget is what she would like, but he isn't certain how much she would end up spending with no restriction at all. While Satoshi makes good money and probably could splurge on buying her some really pricey clothes, he thinks having a budget is always a good thing.
"I will buy you some cloths, but I expect you to stay within a certain price range." It seemed best to set that kind of boundary so he could say no to anything that she picked that might cost too much. The point isn't to really buy her stuff, either, it's to spend time with his Daughter and reestablish that connection the two of them used to have. He doesn't think she is a lost cause by any means, since there still seemed to be a limit to what she would do.
She didn't outright ignore him if he tried to make her do something. Yes, she might be displeased about it, but it seemed like she still had some respect for the authority he has.
... No argument? No 'I know what you get up to when you go out' lecture? That in and of itself is surprising enough to pull Keiko's attention fully from her phone and back to her dad, dark eyes narrowing as she tries to figure out the reasoning behind this.
"Know this isn't for my grades..." just as she knows her grades probably aren't the things she should be bringing up right now. Her teacher mentioned calling home to talk about the amount of homework she'd failed to bring in just two weeks ago, after all, and there'd been little more than a half-hearted just to get them off my back attempt at turning something in since.
Weight shifting from one leg to the other, Keiko presses her lips together, catching the urge to ask 'what's your game?' before he changes his mind. "... Saturday?" Her voice wavers as she offers the day, the entire offer knocking her off-kilter, that little lonely girl stirring somewhere deep inside. Not faded out of existence but merely hibernating, buried under all the rebellion, merely waiting for that little ray of hope which has started to shine.
Her grades are something he plans to speak with her about. And she might not be happy about it when he does, but this isn't about that. he doesn't need to be pushing his Daughter away right now, he wants to bring her back closer to him. Satoshi knows he raised a bright Daughter. He thinks she just might not be applying herself well enough to ace her assignment.
"Saturday." He says with a small nod. He felt something in her voice, he felt that rebelliousness break away and give room for something more pure and honest. He thought she might have begun to hate him after all this time, but it seems that isn't the case. He takes things a step further and reaches out his arms to wrap around her and hug her, pulling her body against his.
It was likely a mistake to do that, since this was the first time in a long time he's had a females body pressed against his. And never one that is nearly as developed as Keiko is. It feels right in all of the wrong ways.
"...Dad?" She loathes how small her voice sounds in that minute, that hopeful hitch of breath as she's pulled into the hug, arms awkwardly hanging at her side for a moment too long before they finally reach up to pat his back.
How long has it been since she hugged her father? Since she felt his warmth and smelled his familiar scent? It washes over her and pulls away some of the tension in her spine, pulls her back to a place that feels safe and homey, and she almost forgets that she's in a bath towel, gross and sweaty after practice, until his hand brushes against her bare shoulder.
Shit. Right. "Okay. Can I--?" She pulls back from the hug, looking flushed, eyes darting around. Wishing she could fight and retreat to the anger that had been so comfortable for the last few years, but finding herself mesmerised by the memories of better days. The attention and softness her dad shows her now. She doesn't notice her towel loosening until it begins to come undone, scrambling to grab it before it falls away entirely.
It's not without a split second glimpse of her figure, but c'mon. It's her dad. No way he'd look at that.
His little girl really has an amazing body, doesn't she? It's not something he could have really noticed with the amount of work he had been doing. Though, truthfully, it's not something he should have noticed at all. A Father isn't meant to think his Daughter has a great body.
But it's not until the towel slips that he really catches sight of it. It excites him to see it, and he knows just how wrong that is. But..with what he's thinking..is there a better way to bond with her? He isn't ready to let her slip away either. He thinks if he does, she might default back to how she's been for so long.
"Keiko. Why don't i…join you in the shower." The words leave his lips before he can even stop them. There is no going back at all now.
"A little bonding time could really do the two of us well. Just Daddy and his little girl."
Did she hear her dad say what she thinks she did? Did she replace her water bottle with vodka, and now she's delirious without realising? Disbelief twists her features into a frown, but nothing more. There's no revulsion in the way she says that word, nor disgust curling her lip. She's simply... bewildered.
"Aren't I too old for that?" Bathtime with your parents is really something for little kids who can't bathe themselves, not a teenager. Even a teenager whose muscles ache from the number of drills she'd done that afternoon. Keiko works through the idea, not leaving just yet.
Dad really wants to try, doesn't he? Even if his idea of trying is... weird, at best. Shopping, bonding time... Fuck. She can feel that little girl stirring, growing louder and stronger at the hope of getting back her time with daddy, but isn't this just a little too far? A hand raises, hesitating for a moment before she lightly runs it up her dad's forearm.
"...I want a drink. Can you get me one?" She doesn't usually bring a drink into the shower, but oooh boy, she needs a second. A minute or two by herself to try and process what's happened in these last few moments, a breath.
A reason to leave the bathroom door unlocked so her dad can walk in without her needing to say yes.
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"I will buy you some cloths, but I expect you to stay within a certain price range." It seemed best to set that kind of boundary so he could say no to anything that she picked that might cost too much. The point isn't to really buy her stuff, either, it's to spend time with his Daughter and reestablish that connection the two of them used to have. He doesn't think she is a lost cause by any means, since there still seemed to be a limit to what she would do.
She didn't outright ignore him if he tried to make her do something. Yes, she might be displeased about it, but it seemed like she still had some respect for the authority he has.
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"Know this isn't for my grades..." just as she knows her grades probably aren't the things she should be bringing up right now. Her teacher mentioned calling home to talk about the amount of homework she'd failed to bring in just two weeks ago, after all, and there'd been little more than a half-hearted just to get them off my back attempt at turning something in since.
Weight shifting from one leg to the other, Keiko presses her lips together, catching the urge to ask 'what's your game?' before he changes his mind. "... Saturday?" Her voice wavers as she offers the day, the entire offer knocking her off-kilter, that little lonely girl stirring somewhere deep inside. Not faded out of existence but merely hibernating, buried under all the rebellion, merely waiting for that little ray of hope which has started to shine.
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"Saturday." He says with a small nod. He felt something in her voice, he felt that rebelliousness break away and give room for something more pure and honest. He thought she might have begun to hate him after all this time, but it seems that isn't the case. He takes things a step further and reaches out his arms to wrap around her and hug her, pulling her body against his.
It was likely a mistake to do that, since this was the first time in a long time he's had a females body pressed against his. And never one that is nearly as developed as Keiko is. It feels right in all of the wrong ways.
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How long has it been since she hugged her father? Since she felt his warmth and smelled his familiar scent? It washes over her and pulls away some of the tension in her spine, pulls her back to a place that feels safe and homey, and she almost forgets that she's in a bath towel, gross and sweaty after practice, until his hand brushes against her bare shoulder.
Shit. Right. "Okay. Can I--?" She pulls back from the hug, looking flushed, eyes darting around. Wishing she could fight and retreat to the anger that had been so comfortable for the last few years, but finding herself mesmerised by the memories of better days. The attention and softness her dad shows her now. She doesn't notice her towel loosening until it begins to come undone, scrambling to grab it before it falls away entirely.
It's not without a split second glimpse of her figure, but c'mon. It's her dad. No way he'd look at that.
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But it's not until the towel slips that he really catches sight of it. It excites him to see it, and he knows just how wrong that is. But..with what he's thinking..is there a better way to bond with her? He isn't ready to let her slip away either. He thinks if he does, she might default back to how she's been for so long.
"Keiko. Why don't i…join you in the shower." The words leave his lips before he can even stop them. There is no going back at all now.
"A little bonding time could really do the two of us well. Just Daddy and his little girl."
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Did she hear her dad say what she thinks she did? Did she replace her water bottle with vodka, and now she's delirious without realising? Disbelief twists her features into a frown, but nothing more. There's no revulsion in the way she says that word, nor disgust curling her lip. She's simply... bewildered.
"Aren't I too old for that?" Bathtime with your parents is really something for little kids who can't bathe themselves, not a teenager. Even a teenager whose muscles ache from the number of drills she'd done that afternoon. Keiko works through the idea, not leaving just yet.
Dad really wants to try, doesn't he? Even if his idea of trying is... weird, at best. Shopping, bonding time... Fuck. She can feel that little girl stirring, growing louder and stronger at the hope of getting back her time with daddy, but isn't this just a little too far? A hand raises, hesitating for a moment before she lightly runs it up her dad's forearm.
"...I want a drink. Can you get me one?" She doesn't usually bring a drink into the shower, but oooh boy, she needs a second. A minute or two by herself to try and process what's happened in these last few moments, a breath.
A reason to leave the bathroom door unlocked so her dad can walk in without her needing to say yes.