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Ishijirou knew his wife's laugh, even after seven years without her. His daughter laughed like her. Loud and a bit shrill, normally ending with a snort or a few moments of panting.
In the bar with his work friends, reluctantly sipping at a pale ale. He hears giggling, not a laugh like his wife's, but much closer to the fake laughter she'd produce when they'd do a pitch of a design, and he'd sneak a joke into his script and she'd cue the room to laugh with a perfectly workshopped giggle.
"Oh, a mutant." His colleague is rather drunk and new in their department, he turns to look at the same time as he opens his mouth to inform her that his wife was a mutant, and so is his daughter.
There, on the arm of a man older than Ishijirou, is his daughter. Pink and horned, wearing a low-cut, leopard print dress, black platform sneakers and a pair of white sunglasses atop her head.
One of his colleagues makes a snorting sound, "At least it's pretty. Some of them, oh, have you seen? I had to have class with one, it was huge and all green and scaly. It smelt like swamp all the time."
His daughter leans her head onto the shoulder of the man she's with, pouting her lip and tugging at his sleeve. He laughs, pulling a long, flat wallet out of his jacket. He pulls a few bills from it and hands them to her. Grinning as she tugs the front of her dress forward, tucking the papers down its front.
Ishijirou thinks he might vomit, seeing her so blatantly whoring herself out in front of so many men, should any of them have known she was an Ashido their name would be ruined. Even if his colleagues didn't mock him for his slut of a child (his mutant slut of a child (his half-foreign mutant slut of a child)) they would question why she needed money. Why did she act like she was a runt (a mutant runt (a half-foreign mutant runt (a half-foreign mutant slut runt)))
What could he say? How could he possibly defend himself? She was already a slut, she was only twelve, he was angry, she was a bad child, she was a slut, she was being rebellious, she was a teenager, she missed her mother, she was acting like her mother, she was treating him like a stranger, she wasn't acting like her mother, she wasn't treating him the way her mother treated him, she was acting like her mother.
She said she could hardly remember her mother.