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Shopping with Hong had started out as quite an experience, even when he had chosen towns far away from the capital on the days he didn't want to disguise himself, people kept recognizing him and mistaking Hong as his biological son in the process. Not that he was bothered by the latter, he was bothered by the prying questions about "the mother" and "how old he was" or "how he had hidden him for so long," questions that in some places had lasted long enough for him to decide not to return unless necessary.
This place wasn't one of those, while much of the population were gossipy old geezers they knew where the line was drawn, on top of all that, they really liked to spoil Hong and there was nothing that made Cale happier than seeing his kids being loved (yes, even above money and his longed for slacker life).
The other thing is that it involved watermelons. Like, you know, a lot of watermelons. If Raon had a particular taste for apple pies, Hong had an inexplicable fixation on watermelons. Cale didn't mind too much, it didn't hurt him or make him act weird and it made him very happy so he had no reason to worry, all he had to do was make sure they actually bought what they had come for and not just watermelon-themed stuff.
“Dad!” a little voice made him stop looking at the notebooks in that stall to pay attention to the owner of this one, “will you buy this for me, pleaaase?” to his eyes was then presented a family of watermelon stuffed animals, three baby seeds and a parent watermelon.
Well, how could he say no to that expectant little face?