Chapitre 51: ④⑤

What a Match!_____________________

"No, I don't have a daughter, but even if I did, I'd think she's the most beautiful woman in the world."

I have no idea why Fuck's rambling about wanting a daughter. It's not like I asked him. He's done this twice now—talking as if we're in some deep conversation when, in reality, I don't give a damn.

I glance at him. "Shut up, Fuck. I don't care. I didn't ask if you have a daughter."

"Aw, thought you might want to know," he shrugs, unfazed.

"I don't."

Unless you're offering to give her to me, which... nah. I wouldn't take a wife. It's not my thing. If I were to ever have one, she wouldn't be too human anyway.

"Ohoho, you're funny!" he laughs, completely missing my point.

Does he think I'm joking? I'm not.