After Y/n had left, Techno sat down in his chair, refusing to even look at the nine-year-old child, turning to his Greek Mythology books instead. He felt her eyes judging him as he read, though he refused to answer her. At last, he felt her hands grab his leg and hold on tightly, making him grosn and put his book away irritably. "Yes?" He asked almost rudely, pushing his golden glasses up as he watched her clutch at his leg tightly.
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