He was about to comment further on the game idea - he was hoping that maybe he could draw up some of the sprites for Wiffle Boy and have them recreate something similar for her, so she could have a piece of home - but then Marco's compliment drew him up short, stammering and wide-eyed as a blush crept in, mercifully hidden by his new fur.
In the years he'd been raising Gosalyn, she and Launchpad had been the only ones who had ever considered him a good father. Teachers, principals, neighbors, classmates' parents ... they had all impressed the importance of being The Perfect Parent, someone who raised a Little Lady, and while Drake eventually tended to come around to the fact that as long as Gosalyn was happy and healthy, the rest was their own business ... sometimes all that pressure and judgement stung and hit deep. It was a very rare thing to get such a compliment, and he wasn't sure how to respond.
"I - uh." He rubbed at the back of his neck, and realized that the lab did a very good job of keeping its floor clean. "I don't know about that. She's been here without me for so long..."
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In the years he'd been raising Gosalyn, she and Launchpad had been the only ones who had ever considered him a good father. Teachers, principals, neighbors, classmates' parents ... they had all impressed the importance of being The Perfect Parent, someone who raised a Little Lady, and while Drake eventually tended to come around to the fact that as long as Gosalyn was happy and healthy, the rest was their own business ... sometimes all that pressure and judgement stung and hit deep. It was a very rare thing to get such a compliment, and he wasn't sure how to respond.
"I - uh." He rubbed at the back of his neck, and realized that the lab did a very good job of keeping its floor clean. "I don't know about that. She's been here without me for so long..."