Oh dear, I'm sorry, you looked so young we just assumed...
[Even as the old lady spoke, Saito's focus temporarily goes to the gesture that seems genuine on Mizuki's part instead; the warmth of another hand on his. On most people, physical contact with a familiar human being would evoke warm feelings. But not on him. He feels nothing, as usual. Granted, it's not like he harbors any kind of emotional closeness to her. But he still dully notes it's not a sensation that can simply be synthesized, not even through pretending to be close to the other person.]
And she's my adopted pet-daughter, Mewzuki. Her full name is Mewzuki Date, by the way. And sure, I'm old enough to be her real father, but I'm definitely not over fifty-something. Mewzuki here is just jealous of my youthful looks, please don't mind her lack of manners.
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[Even as the old lady spoke, Saito's focus temporarily goes to the gesture that seems genuine on Mizuki's part instead; the warmth of another hand on his. On most people, physical contact with a familiar human being would evoke warm feelings. But not on him. He feels nothing, as usual. Granted, it's not like he harbors any kind of emotional closeness to her. But he still dully notes it's not a sensation that can simply be synthesized, not even through pretending to be close to the other person.]
And she's my adopted pet-daughter, Mewzuki. Her full name is Mewzuki Date, by the way. And sure, I'm old enough to be her real father, but I'm definitely not over fifty-something. Mewzuki here is just jealous of my youthful looks, please don't mind her lack of manners.