The little girl tilted her head cutely, clearly perplexed as she blinked at him. After considering for a moment, she asked innocently again, "Then should I call you papa?"
Orion immediately felt a surge of internal despair and frustration, the corners of his mouth twitching even more violently.
He had barely stepped into adulthood and hadn't had any bed action, yet here he was, suddenly saddled with the responsibility of a little girl calling him papa.
He took a deep breath to calm himself, his voice carrying a helpless resignation, "No, you can call me Big Brother Orion. I'm neither your mama nor your papa."
She stared up at him with an adorably stubborn gaze, pursing her small lips slightly. It was clear she wasn't entirely convinced.
Orion felt another wave of helplessness wash over him, remembering the moment the little girl hatched from that enormous, cursed egg.
