Toga watched as Nodoka moved about the kitchen with easy grace and skill. Her hair was tied back loosely, a pin holding it at the nape of her neck. Stray strands stood on end as the heat in the kitchen warmed her cheeks. She chattered amiably about one thing or another, often drifting from topic to topic before he could even offer up a comment to keep the conversation going.
He moved his eyes from mother to daughter and watched as she too traversed the kitchen, though it was with a more clumsy grace than anything. Her actions were just as efficient though and she conversed with the same relative ease. Some of her movements held the smallest bit of hesitation, of uncertainty and Toga knew it was because of her husband, and everything she had been through.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at his son and was unsurprised to see his own eyes following the little miko. The attraction there was strong, though neither seemed willing or even able to admit it. Smirking, he turned back to the women and wondered how long it would take for one of them to bend, one way or the other.
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