Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

Carrara, and the drawer moves sideways.

"That was fast."

Rio smiled in his mouth and looked up at me.

Urban, sophisticated, usual smile.

As always, when you put on a clear mode face, it's complete to stunning, and there's not a single gap.

Nicely wrapped, smiling like wrapping paper.

But when I turned to my body, it smelled strangely like potatoes.

Rarely, he looks like a jersey. If you see a school badge in your chest, is it a school-designated sportswear?

Overall blue fabric with white lines running only at the sleeve.

I couldn't find my usual wrapping paper today, so I feel like I've wrapped it in a newspaper.

Is this supposed to be a room outfit?

When we met at the coffee shop in the morning, it must have been a messed up cord.

Rio noticed my gaze, he said, pinching the hem of his jersey.

"... I thought those monsters might come, so you changed into moveable clothes."

Don't look at me, I blush my cheeks.

"No, I'm relieved. You know, there was something really normal about you, too."

Why are you laughing?

"Whenever a selfie is sent, it's a perfect uniform or a personal outfit. I thought you were fashionable in the house."

"Because I usually dress properly in my room! Today, that's because it's an exception!

With a bright red face, he hits me in the chest with a bash.

Ooh... that Rio is normally lit. Apparently you have a very normal sensibility when it comes to familiarity.

I move on to the shoe escape while Rio hangs on to me.

"Sorry to bother you for a moment. Isn't that nice, Jersey? I think it's sweet and crummy."

"Ugh Ugh Ugh... Something neutral, don't you smell it?

Rio's movement stops perfectly.

"There's a garbage mansion around here. I was hunting goblins over there. Because of that."

"... well, yes"

"If it sounds too bad, don't hesitate to spray the deodorant on me"

Tsukatsuka and Angelica walk over next to Rio, who is letting his mouth cling.

"Sorry to disturb you."

"... yeah. You were there."

"Naturally. I'm your father's daughter."

For some reason Angelica's face was proud. He also looks like he's winning somewhere.

"Nevertheless... I missed it, Mr. Rio. You seem to be doing a lot out of the right fazacon path."

"Huh?"

I don't know what that means, but Rio gives you a frown.

It's strange because this kind of look makes it feel like a country yankee all at once.

"I can't believe I told your father it stinks... this would be a huge reduction"

"Can't help it? 'Cause this isn't normal. I don't even think Mr. Neutral cares, and he doesn't smell like his body. That's okay."

"I don't understand."

Angelica is a geezine boy. In a pose, she shrugs her shoulders.

"It is the life of a daughter to accept anything that smells like a man parent, no matter under what circumstances they wield a stench. If you, your father, were to work in garbage cleaning, would you call it a smell every day? I'd be happy to sniff my body, thanks for feeding my family until it gets dirty."

"... aren't you crazy?

"No, it's Mr. Rio who's crazy! Because I love your father's body odor too! If you haven't washed the pillowcase for more than a week, it will give off a unique odor, but rather because this is how much more you scratch! I smell it every day! It's exciting to think that sooner or later, when you get older, there will also be a famous aging odor in the rumors!

"... what is that... if a normal father stinks, isn't it his daughter who bathes with him and washes him?

"Wash off the smell of your father...? You stink because of it, what a punishment! Are Japanese too fragile to smell enough in the first place? I think it's too much to deodorize nerves even though it's just that. Your father is a man, but he stinks less than a woman in my hometown. What the hell is this? Blah, Dad, the morning after I was too busy to take a bath, it finally smells just right."

"That's European and American and Oriental. Then you're not in the same shape."

"To be honest, I'd like you to quit bathing every day. I feel like I'll ask you once every three days.... I talked about it all the time, but anyway, unlike the thin Mr. Rio, I love how stinky your father is. You can still bury your face like this if you want to, and whatever."

You're the one who's crazy, pulling Angelica clinging to her hips.

"Huh... what? I mean, I'm wondering, is my pillow smelling like my uncle?

"Your father's body doesn't stink, so it seems safe. And a pillowcase before laundry, because I like it."

"... shocked"

It seems that the scalp of a man who will be thirty-three this year will contaminate the cloth in seven days.

Until just a little while ago, he was treated as a "brother" by the public.

The majority of my mind is still in my twenties.

Every time you become aware of your age, it would be the delicacy of the Alasser boys to be slightly hurt.

"I thought you were going to follow me and do the most damage to Mr. Neutral."

With a decent face Angelica on her ass, Rio has her hair up.

"Don't go in there right now. Because I want to lock it up."

Angelica, being blamed, sneaks up to the front door.

We took off our shoes as we watched Rio lock up sideways.

"It will be narrow, but rest properly. Because the room is the living room as soon as you come in."

Sweet for your words, let me go up first.

Every time you walk, continue along the corridor, side by side with Angelica.

The first thing I saw was a yellowish disorder.

The next one is the crusty tatami.

It is an old house.

Somehow, it feels like time is stopping in the middle of Showa.

The sense of life is also uneven, and clothes that have been stripped away are scattered all over it. He's a man, so it would be King Leo's clothes.

After the seal was applied to the wall, several traces of peeling were found with force.

Is it the remnants of the flirtation that Rio or King Leo went to as a child?

... Yeah, right.

Even Rio had a childhood. There may have been a time when I was with my brother to collect the seals and stick them up and play with them.

When I think about it, I feel guilty of a very big size.

Your child and I, born and raised from someone's belly, flirt in the public toilet...

"Ugh, ugh."

"Father...?

Maybe you care about the smell of pillows, and Angelica comes to me with a completely discerning hassle.

"I'm sorry, Father? No matter how much I personally liked it, that smell was out of mouth itself, wasn't it? I kicked your father's naïve uncle in the heart with all my might, didn't I?

"That's not it," he says to Angelica, who rubs his back with grate.

"Just somehow, I just hated myself"

Upon entering the living room, four seating futons were lined up so as to surround the wooden table.

King Leo. Rio. Mother. And for the mother's socialist, I guess there are four.

I lowered my back to the right end of the futon, wondering whose seat it was.

Next door sits Angelica with a pale face.

Speaking of Rio, he walked right in front of us to the kitchen.

He's lighting a candle, so he'll probably brew you some tea.

Looking at his thin back, Rio turned around just by his neck.

"You know, Mr. Neutral."

It's a suggestion, I say in a way that doesn't sound like it.