@tohomonai
Why yes, he is her favorite grandpa. She’s just like her momma, more than happy to play favorites and even happier to let everyone know who it is she’s picked.
And she’s finally old enough to have begun her training. Still young enough to sit on grandpa’s lap, though. Which she normally do, except today is extra special. She’s finally getting things right with her training.
Chocho plops down next to him, her little legs swinging off of the edge of the back porch. She doesn’t say anything but gives him a big smile. Dad always tells him about her day, and she’s waiting to hear what he has to say about it.
And more-or-less her only one, from what he understands.
His clothing is of a casual sort--housewear, really--and his hands are settled in his lap as he just enjoys the sun, no drink in his hand (surprisingly enough).
Just as it occurs to him that his behaviour is similar to a big, old cat, the silence is broken by ever-familiar footsteps and the eventual thud of the girl seating herself beside him.
Though he's a bit older now, he's still ornery, so he doesn't give his granddaughter the response she's looking for immediately. Instead, he remains silent for an eternity more (which was all of perhaps thirty seconds in reality, but children had short attention spans) before heaving a heavy sigh and turning his gaze to her.
“So. Your old man tells me that you’ve really been kickin’ some ass lately. Wanna talk to me ‘bout it?”
