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She was angry. Of course she was angry. She was an almost 6 month old child, and from her perspective, everything was new and scary, and wrong. In her mind her father had left her mother to die, left Aoi to die as well, and he didn't care for her. But another might say that he knew nothing about her, knew nothing about her mother being at death's door. But all she knew was that her mother had been there for her, and he hadn't, and she had no choice but to be with him now. He was her only guardian, and she couldn't cope alone. But could she make Anathema her home? It didn't feel like home, yet. But it could be possible.
Yet despite her ill-thinking about her father, like any other young pup, she was excited about seeing him for the first time. She'd like to grow up with a parent, she'd like him to teach her how to live and grow, to support her when the time came to shift...and that day was creeping ever-closer. And so she couldn't help but bare a sliver of a smile as she paced around the den, wondering, waiting, and watching. Apparently her father had woken up today. Nobody had actually told her why he had fallen asleep in the first place. In her opinion, it was pretty convenient of him, to be asleep on the day - and days after - of her arrival. Maybe he was just very lazy. Maybe he was really, really fat. She hoped not. But, if he was fat, maybe that was what Naniko had meant when she said that she had looked like her father. The smile vanished from her face instantly, and she sighed. Aoi was actually more plump than fat, and it was just puppy fat at that, that she'd grow out of, but still, she was self-concious.
And yes, she hadn't even been allowed to see him yet. That was why she wondered about what he looked like. Was he handsome, and strong? She really hoped that was true, because she didn't want to be ugly when she was older. She wasn't vain, but Aoi just couldn't bare to be picked on. With a secondary sigh, she stilled her pacing, and sat in the middle of the den, and waited.
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