"Father? May I speak to you for a moment?" Keiji asked as he gently knocked on the door of his father's office.
"Yes, come in Kei~" His father, who was sitting on a rather comfy leather chair, replied. Keiji stepped in with a short bow and sat on the leather chair across his father.
Izayoi smiled. "What can I help you with, child?"
"This is about the game," Keiji said. His words made his father's smile curl further. Now he was smitten. Izayoi leaned in with interest.
"Hoh~? What about it?" He asked.
For a moment the boy hesitated to speak. His hands which were resting on his knees quivered, and his heart hoped that his father didn't notice. But it didn't really matter, did it? Whether his feelings were obvious as the words in an open book, it didn't matter because he needed to speak t
