"I'll get them," Mihoshi said as she rose to her feet. "Are the albums in the same place?" she asked her father.
"I'd forget where they were otherwise."
And she was off. Kise grumbled good-naturedly and shoved more food into his mouth.
"Of course, he's not embarrassed about that," Saoko said. "He's always been a peacock."
"If you've got it, flaunt it," Kise said as if he had said that many times before, which he had.
Mihoshi came back, flipping through a scrapbook. "Here we go," she said. She showed Kuroko a picture of her and her sister, with their brother between them, dressed in a blue gown, hair put into pig-tails, looking content as he chewed on his fingers, his other hand holding a plastic tea cup upside down. There was neat handwriting. To the side of the picture that said;
Mihoshi: 11 Saoko: 8 Ryouta: 11 months.
"See?" Kise asked smugly. "I was adorable."
Mihoshi flipped to another page, where there were several pictures of baby Kise drawing on himself with markers wearing only a diaper.
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"I'd forget where they were otherwise."
And she was off. Kise grumbled good-naturedly and shoved more food into his mouth.
"Of course, he's not embarrassed about that," Saoko said. "He's always been a peacock."
"If you've got it, flaunt it," Kise said as if he had said that many times before, which he had.
Mihoshi came back, flipping through a scrapbook. "Here we go," she said. She showed Kuroko a picture of her and her sister, with their brother between them, dressed in a blue gown, hair put into pig-tails, looking content as he chewed on his fingers, his other hand holding a plastic tea cup upside down. There was neat handwriting. To the side of the picture that said;
Mihoshi: 11
Saoko: 8
Ryouta: 11 months.
"See?" Kise asked smugly. "I was adorable."
Mihoshi flipped to another page, where there were several pictures of baby Kise drawing on himself with markers wearing only a diaper.
"Still adorable."