It was such a beautiful and tender moment, that lasted all of five seconds before the adorable girl clenched her fist slightly and crushed Seth's finger. The metal of his prosthetic creaked as it crumpled like paper beneath her tiny fingers, melting the smile from Seth's face.
It was a good thing he used this hand, as having that happen to his fleshy hand would be... less than pleasant. But it seriously seemed like he was cursed or something. His hand was always being crushed or broken or cut off. Was he just doomed to never be allowed to have a functional right hand again?
"Yeah... She's a little stronger than you'd think. She can also fly. Care to explain how such a miracle child came to be?"
Seth smirked as the desire to make a 'birds and the bees' joke crept into his mind, but a singular glance at Astra dissuaded him from that idea. She was giving him one of her threatening smiles.
