Valentines For Wolf and Harpy

Valentine's was a holiday Tucker had already grown out of; it was just another day in the calendar usually for lovers to celebrate love and all. For him it wasn't all that much, or maybe it was only because he hasn't actually had anyone for him for the past few years? Whatever the reason, he regarded today was simply another Tuesday for him.

As he was going about the house, moving a few things from his study while Valerie was busy doing her own things upstairs, he'd heard the knock from the front door. It took him a moment to wonder if he or his daughter were expecting any guests but given Valerie's disposition, he'd have known about a guest at least a day before and he certainly wasn't expecting anyone.

Placing the book in his hands to a tabletop, he turned to the door, greeting their guest a little curiously. Not someone he knew personally, so he'd assume he was here for Valerie. On such a day though... "I take it you're here to surprise Val?" he said, a rather ligh-hearted smile on his face as he leaned a little on the door's frame.

There was no such scenario that took place. If anything, he seemed rather complacent about the 'reveal'--which he was in all honesty. Valerie was a little... er childlike, but he liked the idea that he could put some faith in her judgement. She was his daughter after all. "She may have mentioned something," he said, "But not in full detail."

Tucker exchanged momentary handshakes with him, "Glad to finally meet you then, young man. Tucker Watanabe; I'm a professor in the academy." he said, before stepping aside to let him into the room. The house wasn't in any way grandiose-- it was rather humble save for some few artifacts that decorated end tables, the old paintings hung on the wall and some antique furniture. The door to his study was left open, giving their guest a view of the room filled with books and magic artifacts.

"Take a seat for a moment, I'll go check on her," he said, excusing himself to inform his daughter, (amusedly telling her to get ready since she was going on a date with her boyfriend.) He returned to the room no later, a little curious about the boy.

"She'll be down in a moment," he told Alex once he was on his way back."So, 'boyfriend' is it?" he began, expecting to hear the story from his side. The light-hearted smile on his face was back when he'd asked, "So tell me, did she win you over or the other way around?"

Tucker chuckled quietly; he hadn't gone to the lodge that weekend, mostly from the fact that he was busy with doing a full reorganizing his study. He'd allowed Valerie to go so she didn't have to stay cooped up indoors for the weekend. On the other hand, he hadn't really considered a few things.

His smile towards the boy seemed to look a little sharper than when he'd greeted him. Probably the type you would expect from a father when interrogating, er... interviewing his daughter's suitor -- or in this case, boyfriend. Tucker was observant -- quite so and he had the feeling he wasn't telling the full story. "It sounds like you both got along rather quickly; but I do have to hand that to her. Valerie certainly has a certain charm to her. Just like her mother."

Tucker didn't take the seat, merely leaning on the couch from across where Alex sat. "Now, I'm not demanding anything. Valerie... I'd guess her mother didn't really raise her the way I would have and I hope you know enough not to take advantage of that kindness of hers."

For a moment, Tucker looked at Alex, a silent threat in his eyes: "I hope you're aware what could possibly happen if I find her crying in her room one day." It had probably only taken a second or two, before his features shifted to a lighter expression, a kinder smile. "But I suppose I wouldn't need to worry of that.

"I haven't really asked how old you were, have I? Is this your first date?"

"Glad to hear it," Tucker responded, his voice was cheerful, but in no way was it lacking any trace of his earlier warning. He acknowledged his sincerity, at least -- he was never really the type to be confrontational anyway, especially when it came to others' businesses, even if it was his daughter's case. This was her responsibility, unless it comes down to the point he needed to intervene.

Tucker made a thoughtful hum, noting how he seemed a bit agitated with it. "You are certainly quite younger than her; though considering Valerie's roots, she's very young herself," her noted, a slight chuckle in his voice. There wasn't any hint of disapproval, only amusement. Age gaps we nothing to him considering his actual age. He would be a hypocrite to call him out on that subject.

The only thing that concerned him was that he was rather young; more than anything, his concern was him being the cause for trouble for Valerie. In any case, he didn't have an issue with their relationship at the moment. "Sounds like you both have been getting to know each other well. As long as neither of you get in any trouble, I have no qualms about it."

Right on cue, there was a gust of wind that went past him -- well, it was more of a harpy that flew past him but the two were beginning to become synonymous in this household. He fixed a rather amused expression on her when Valerie turned to address him. "The perks of having my study on the first floor, Val," he said with a slight chuckle. "I was just asking him a few things. Sure you didn't forget anything? You sound like you ran a marathon to get down here so soon."