Dila's fingers fidgeted nervously in her lap, her gaze dropping to the sand beneath her feet. She drew a shaky breath, then spoke in a weak, hesitant voice. "Umm… old fart… I mean… father…"
Albedo's sharp blue eyes narrowed for an instant, his expression twitching at the slip. The corner of his mouth tightened, as though he might scold her…. but then he exhaled slowly, his face smoothing into a calm, steady composure when she corrected herself.
Fran, sitting at Dila's side, pressed her lips together hard, her cheeks puffing slightly. She was about to burst out laughing but forced herself to hold it in, her face turning a little red from the effort. Her tail flicked wildly behind her, betraying her struggle.
Albedo tilted his head slightly, his voice calm and steady now. "Yes… what is it?" he asked, as if the slip of the tongue had never happened. His tone carried both patience and curiosity, the faintest edge of amusement lingering beneath it.
