Good grief. I already know why he's calling me. It's about his obnoxious Santa costume.
I walk downstairs anyway to get my father to stop screaming my name endlessly.
"Kusuo-oh you're down here. I'm in a bit of a pinch. I was getting the decorations ready and I figured I'd try on the jolly old Santa costume when the sleeve ripped!" My dad whines.
"And what do you expect me to do?" I ask him.
"Please Kusuo, use your powers to bring it back to normal!" My dad begs.
"I don't want to." I declare and head back to my room.
"Kusuo please. I think there's even coffee jelly in the fridge. You can have it all I don't care I just really need this fixed-"
"Done." I say and the costume is fixed.
"Oh wow that was very quick." My dad is surprised. "Thank you Kusuo. The coffee jelly should be on the second shelf- and you're already eating it.."
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