Aged quite a bit since his last encounter with his master, Tan stood by the mansion's entrance with his fingers fiddling with his tie. Correcting it every other second, he patted down the invisible dust. Being a father to a young kid now, and having grown twice as tall since his last meeting with the hero, he was anxious about whether his masters would recognize him at all.
"Look at you," covering her mouth and chuckling, Blossom walked up behind him. As he turned to face her, Tan noticed his daughter wrapped in a warm blanket and sleeping soundly. Cradling the baby in her arms, the mother looked into the father's eyes with a slight smirk. "You look like a rat crawled up your ass. Ease up, sweetheart–you've been here longer than they have. They're gonna recognize you."
"Language Blossom…" Lifting his gaze to her face, Tan narrowed his eyebrows. "If someone hears you talking like that–"
