(Sorry for the hold up guys! Thanks for being patient with me and my matter at hand. You're the best. :3)
Jaz finally managed to reach her father, who was shirtless and his entire mechanical body gleamed. Kire, obviously not interested of Junior's existence, smiled brightly to his daughter. Jaz, however, frowned at him, causing the man to lift an eyebrow in confusion.
"What's wrong, cupcake?" Kire questioned.
"Junior said you were gonna take me away from him..." Jaz gripped Junior's hand a little tighter. "I don't wanna be separated from Junior again, Daddy."
Kire instantly glared at the boy with fury but he was not about to lie to his daughter, at least not entirely. He placed a hand on both Jaz and Junior's shoulders, placing himself between them. He then placed his arms around them in a gentle headlock. He nuzzled Jaz's cheek with his own while attempting to add pressure around Junior's neck.
"Look Jaz... I just don't want you to get hurt." Kire admitted bluntly. "As for taking you away from Junior, I would never do that to you, Jaz. Junior's just a bit on edge for some reason. I just don't know why he'd say that." Kire turned to Junior, giving him a sly smile. The intention of his words were obvious. "Sounds like Junior's out to get me."
Jaz stared at her father and slumped her shoulders away from him. Her eyes shifted to Junior, almost as if saying so just roll with it. Kire took a step back from the two and stood before them.
"Well, enough about this. We gotta work on your special suit, Jaz." Kire smiled. "But before that, I wouldn't mind diggin' in that core of yours. I wanna see wha'cha been up to these past hundred years. I wanna see how my boys are doing as well as see your...relationship with Junior here." Kire turned to Junior, giving him a normal face, for once. "Wanna see all of Jaz's memories~?"