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Are you implying that I do not do as much as I used to? OR THAT I AM NOT CAPABLE OF DOING AS MUCH AS I USED TO?

Pater, darling pater perhaps you are just in a … a ‘funk’. Doing something irresponsible might just help you a bit-

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Dearest Romana, I fear that as I grow more bored everyday I am becoming . . . . old.

Now it is darling Pater that is feeling antiquated or is it just ennui? It is important to stay active, you know! Have a good fight, shed some blood, dance a bit, learn new things-

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I prefer masculinity.

“Either or but the plus side of a female body is no one can see otherwise embarrassment worthy thoughts and having doors opened for you.” She shrugged, perhaps not supposed to say the first bit to her pater of all people.

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Seemingly, from the work of a force unseen I now bare the resemblance of my mother. As unfortunate as it may be, I do not find it any more humorous nor suitable to act like myself in this aforesaid change. What does a woman do, dear daughter, except whine, bicker, and grumble?

. . Do you really think I would know normal womanly activities.

Let us see-ah…fight, flight, feast. Everything a man does but with relieving yourself in a sitting position. At least nowadays. Yesteryear it was the same but with extra misogyny sprinkled in!

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Dear daughter, I seek your opinion on something. Will you hear me out?

Let me seat myself first before dispensing what pearls of wisdom that I have!

I will hear you out-have kind of quasi daughter would I be if I didn’t at least do that? Ah, I shall shut myself up now so you can speak.

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Why thank you, such a good daughter.

“Yes, I have my moments.” Cassia laughed, still unused to all the paternal affection but glad none the less.

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I think it is time for the annual marriage talk, is all. I'd best wait them out.

“So the hatred of that institution is a family thing…,” she trailed off, eyes wide. Well, that was a new concept. Of all traits to inherit from Pater, a phobia of marriage was the one she had in spades. “You can hide for as long as you need to,” she nodded at him, grave expression on her face.

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Actually I need an excuse to avoid my own father, but I was already on my way to greet you.

“I shall accept that fact that you ran and hid in the safety of your most adorable daughter’s home,” Cassia gave a snort, endlessly amused by his plight.

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Oi, I'm only looking out for my favorite, one and only Empire~

“Pater, I love you but you sounds awfully suspicious right now.” Cassia couldn’t help but admit with a laugh. “What do you need? More tribute? A meal?”

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Well, yanno, some think I need to soften up... or some shit.

… That is an utterly terrifying thought. If you began spontaneously giving hugs and began checking on health, I would have suspect that I drank something I wasn’t prepared for.

No offense intended, dear Pater.