"You know, if you keep that up, your ego will swell your head to such proportions, I don't think that helmet will fit anymore."
"And ruin my good looks?! I don't think so."
Kagome giggled, finally feeling more at ease around her father. Despite that, she had a feeling it would still be a while before she could call him that in any form.
Tony himself smirked as he watched her, this was more like it. Not only that, Kagome was the type that should always be smiling. Call him sappy, but she literally brightened the room with a smile.
"Ah, I just remembered. Here's a few pictures, if you want to take a look." Kagome instantly pulled out her wallet and began to fish for these photos.
She placed five, worn pictures onto the table and pushed them towards him. He first took notice of how worn they were. Fold lines, small tears, a missing corner, and all from more than simply following a wallet fold. These had been handled, and quite often.
Flipping them over, he saw the names of those in the picture, along with the dates they had been taken. Turning them back over, he took them in one by one.
AN: Yeah, Tony being Tony. Read, enjoy, and review!