"Is aunty fighting with Aunty Spauky-Eyes?" Kineko tugged on Hotaru's dress to ask.
The redhead had the morning paper out and a cup of tea at the dining table. She raised a brow to the girl and leaned down a little, "No? Why would you think that?"
Kineko muttered a sound and stood on the tips of her toes to glance at Jotou at the end of the table—her eyes dark and scowl present as she forked and sliced the omelette on her plate. "No weason…"
Hotaru's ears folded down. "Why don't you go play with the radio channels for a bit," she forced a smile.
Kineko nodded, "I think I have homewourk." She then proceeded to dart off to the living room.
"Sure, lie to the kid, that'll end up well," Fumeko, who sat beside, whispered.
