Daikon practically peeled off his pajamas to throw on comfortable clothing. He slipped on a pair of boots without much of a problem. He hated wearing shoes some days, but the climate demanded it. He couldn't just go without like his mother could without hesitation. Grabbing a bag, he scuffled out of the room he shared with his sister to wait in the hallway.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"I'm ready, I guess,"</span>he mumbled.<span style="color: seagreen">"Whenever you two are done swapping spit."</span><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"I'll swap spit with your father if I want. Come here."</span><br/>Daikon sighed but did so as she came into the hallway.<br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"I know you're acting all tough, but try to not have too much fun with your father. It will mean a lot to him, okay? I love you."</span><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"Love you, too. Can we just go now?"</span>Stubborn kid.<br/><br/>Aiko just sighed, kissing him on the forehead. One of her hands brushed down his wild, white hair a bit. She mewed at him, gently nuzzling her son. He was almost as tall as she was. It was a bit scary to know that it wouldn't be much longer before she had to look up at him the same as she did Tarrok. Her eyes shifted to look at the big monkey. She smiled again at him, knowing full well the two would have a lot of fun once Daikon opened up a bit. Sure, the boy was very much so like his mother when it came to appearance and general habits. That personality was his father, though. That bond that would grow was certainly nothing Aiko could relate to. She released her son after a few minutes.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Have fun you two! Sage and I will probably be home after you guys. You know how us girls are."</span>She gave Tarrok a quick kiss before heading to get changed for the trip into town.