[ It'd been another long trip of smuggling himself onto boats and waiting out the long breaks between his traveling and his wandering; there'd usually be a joke here about how he's too old for this, how he's spent for a while, but any ideas for self-deprecating comments go out the window once he passes by not one, not two, not three, but four young ladies in his process of getting through the front gate to the living room.
Huh.
(He almost double-takes when he sees the girl with the blond hair, when she looks at him and avoids eye contact to go outside with the girl in pigtails. What a strange coincidence.)
Heaving a light breath, Kiritsugu slides open the screen door and announces his presence by clearing his throat, letting his eyes settle on his son sitting primly on the tatami. ]
Shirou. I'm home. [ A mild smile, for Shirou's efforts. ] This place's gotten livelier than when I left.
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Huh.
(He almost double-takes when he sees the girl with the blond hair, when she looks at him and avoids eye contact to go outside with the girl in pigtails. What a strange coincidence.)
Heaving a light breath, Kiritsugu slides open the screen door and announces his presence by clearing his throat, letting his eyes settle on his son sitting primly on the tatami. ]
Shirou. I'm home. [ A mild smile, for Shirou's efforts. ] This place's gotten livelier than when I left.