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Burlesque
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Involving ludicrous or mocking treatment of a solemn subject.
"Grr!"
The children shriek and laugh and all run to hide behind Kenji, who strikes his most heroic pose. "I will keep you safe from the evil daddy-demon!"
Kenshin growls again and hooks his hands into claws, advancing menacingly. "I am the daddy-demon," he intones. "Fear me!"
Shinya-chan darts out from behind Kenji's legs, not to be outdone. "I fear no demon! I am the son of the Tokyo Samurai!"
A crafty smile creases his face. "Get him!"
Kenshin's eyes barely have time to widen in horror before he is dog-piled under his son, his daughter, and Yahiko's oldest.
Kaoru cannot help but shake her head. Battousai, the terror of a thousand children's nightmares, has just been soundly defeated by a preteen and two toddlers.
A thin appeal issues from beneath the scrum. "Oro…!"