(…)

Krauser keeps walking and doesn’t look at her at any time. “You’re not five years old, you should be more mature. Now find another adult to annoy.” The last thing he needs is having to take care of the daughter of the damn rookie and the woman he doesn’t trust.

Her damn attitude. Krauser also rolls his eyes.

He has never seen her and her first impression doesn’t help. Krauser is much more serious in comparison. “I’ll decide if I can say the same thing.” The soldier doesn’t shake her hand.

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Krauser looks at her with a raised eyebrow, unperturbed. No, he didn't like the comparison. "And you are?"

Krauser nods solemnly. At least Clarissa's decision is not questionable this time. "Good."

He almost rolls his eyes. “I’m not worried, I’m just curious. Answer my question.”

"You've been too quiet today. What have you been doing?"

As soon as he saw the bloody rookie, he would set him straight. He didn't have to put up with anyone's daughter. "You're an annoying brat. Go bother someone else, I've got a lot to do."

His head is starting to hurt, and it's only been two minutes. He doesn't trust either of the parents, so he's not going to waste his time with the daughter. "No one knows your father better than I do. Now leave me alone." Again, he won't say anything about her comments. Better to ignore them.

For that reason, the girl’s features were familiar to him. Damn it. He frowns even more. “So your father has finally shown to have aim. I’m surprised.”

/ / krauser says he's not a babysitter and then i watch him pick up every lost person that wanders through his space

Krauser arches an eyebrow, increasingly annoyed. He won’t bother to respond to her comment about his beret. “Who are your parents and why have they left you here? Do you think I’m a babysitter or what?”

She better not.

A growl of annoyance reverberates in his chest. He hates having to repeat himself. “What are you doing here?”

(…)

Stretches his neck. He has to train.

Krauser’s gaze detans from the screen and falls on the young woman’s face. He’s staring at her, tired of her games. “I don’t think you’re that stupid, do you? Now get out.”

/ I’m very busy these days, but I want to come back soon 🥺.

He’s sweating. Training today was harder than expected. Good.

“I’m not, now get out. You can go to the other building and eat something if you feel like it.” He needs to get more information.

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Maybe that’s what doesn’t fit. “Well, you can get up now. You will stay in the area until I decide what to do, you hear me?”

His neutral expression will not reveal anything, but he remembers all the necessary data, especially the reason for her adoption. There is something that doesn’t add up. “And your father, Clarissa?”

He nods, grateful that he doesn't have to pry the damn surname out of her, and begins to search the records. He needs to know where this girl came from.

(…)

A soft growl of annoyance reverberates in his chest and then Krauser looks at her and judges her with his eyes. “Answer me, Clarissa.”

¿Es que quiere al novato para algo?

That information is unexpected and complicates matters. "Is your name the one you told me?" Maybe her parents changed it, or maybe she uses another one. "Tell me your surname."

¿Científico? Él no lo es.

"If you had answered, you wouldn't be sitting there." He doesn't even look at her when he answers, his eyes remain fixed on the screen.

/ Vaya culo tiene, macho.

Well, at least she was a brat, but not so much. “No one without permission can be here. Or haven’t you heard yet that this is private property?” He releases her when he sees that she is still and approaches the table with the computer.

Sangre.

Hm.

Krauser’s hand rests on the woman’s shoulder and pushes her down to sit back down. “Stay there. Let’s see if we find something about your background.”

He doesn’t even flinch because of the smack. Minutes later he leaves her in the room he mentioned before, letting her fall on a chair.

Krauser does not respond and keeps walking. He is not in the mood for nonsense and childish behaviour.

In the end, Clarissa ends up on his shoulder. For someone as big as him, she weighs nothing.