"Let's set the date for next month," Tsukimi said after checking the calendar and thinking it over.
Fugaku's face flushed with excitement, and he kept nodding like a little chick. Really, there was no need to wait until next month. Tomorrow would do. Who knew how long he had waited for this day?
"Next month?! What are you smiling about? In your dreams. Next year," Dave said, staring hard at Fugaku and studying his expression.
Seeing the lovestruck idiot's face made Dave furious. Damn it, I kept my guard up for decades, and I still couldn't keep this brat out. He still managed to get his hands on her.
"No, Father-in-law! Hear me out!"
"What did you call me?! Say that again! Go on, say it again, and I'll send you to hell to say it!" Dave slapped the table and sprang to his feet, glaring at Fugaku with his beard bristling.
"All right, all right, Father. Don't be so hostile toward Fugaku. And you, Fugaku, you're not a child anymore. Show some composure," Mikoto hurriedly urged them.
"Next year is too late. Mikoto isn't getting any younger. You need to think of her too, Dave. I checked the calendar. The Senju Clan's ancestor worship ceremony is in three months. Let's hold it the day before that," Tsukimi said, carefully choosing a date.
"Yes, yes, yes! Um, do I need to prepare anything? Or is there something I should be doing until then?" Fugaku asked, rather nervously.
"You? Wash your neck and wait to die."
"Don't let me see you for these next three months. Understood?" Dave said gravely, fixing Fugaku with a stare.
"Ahem, ahem! Understood, Uncle Dave! Don't worry! I definitely won't come back to bother you or Mikoto for the next three months!" Fugaku was so