"Nope, father. I finished them all," she smiles at him. Her cheeks do cover with a blush as she wiggled atop his lap, raising an eyebrow as she sat upon her father. Roxanna's arms rested upon her own thighs as she sat atop her father, copper eyes questioning. She fiddles with his long blonde hair, braiding a couple places as he chuckled and teased her. She bites her lip as her sides her squeezed, barely squirming under him.<br/><br/>"I plan to be a very intelligent musician! Studies come first of course," she says, sticking her tongue out at him. Her luscious brown locks shone a bit in the natural light of the house, the eery sense of their mothers presence. She looked like a young photocopy of her fathers wife, and it was a tad creepy about the influence. She usually shrugged it off when her father would stare at her like he did her mother, thinking it was only natural by the way she was murdered. She pokes his nose suddenly.