just... us

Red: I'm going to the mountain
Miku: really? when? with whom? why?
Red:  well, you know, tomorrow, ski, father
Miku: oh, I like your father. can I have him?
Red: yea, you like the young long haired version of my father!
Miku: it doesn't matter, a hottie stays a hottie.
Red: hell no! my mother would kill you! and you know she likes to do it slowly and painfully...