AU where Chuuya has always valued his independence over everything. Never wanted to settle down, never wanted a mateâand heâs done well making a career for himself. He doesnât /need/ anything moreâ
Until his new neighbors, Osamu Dazai and his daughter, turn his life upside down.
Until his new neighbors, Osamu Dazai and his daughter, turn his life upside down.
Growing up, Chuuyaâs parents were always telling him the biggest day of his life would be when he bonded. Or maybe when he got married. If not either of those, it would /definitely/ be the day he started a familyâbut no.
For Chuuya, it was buying his first place on his own.
For Chuuya, it was buying his first place on his own.
Heâs been /renting/ for a long timeâit isnât necessarily /easy/ to get a loan when youâre free lancing, even if the money is /good./ But after years of working his ass off, he /finally/ has enough to put a down payment on a new build in the kind of neighborhood he /dreamed/ about
growing up.
Even if not /everyone/ in his life...understands it.
âI never really saw you as the suburbs type...â His manager frowns, eyeing the pristine lawns, the childrenâs toys and the bike left in front of the house next door.
Chuuya shrugs, stretching his arms over his
Even if not /everyone/ in his life...understands it.
âI never really saw you as the suburbs type...â His manager frowns, eyeing the pristine lawns, the childrenâs toys and the bike left in front of the house next door.
Chuuya shrugs, stretching his arms over his
head like he /actually/ moved something, when really theyâve both been watching the movers for about an hour. âIf I had it my way, Iâd buy a vineyard out in the middle of nowhere, but...â he trails off with a sigh. âThe commute from here is probably a little more doable.â
It
It
doesnât ease his managerâs tense expression, and the smaller redhead rolls his eyes, smacking the side of her arm as he turns around to talk inside. â/Relax/, Ane-san, I just wanted the extra space. Iâm not about to turn into a damn housewife or something.â
The house next door
The house next door
is larger, slightly more establishedâ
And within, lurks a beast.
Izumi Kyouka is an extremely practical person. Always has been. Sure, Daddy doesnât think so, but she /is./
And asking for binoculars for her birthday? It seems like a VERY practical request right now.
Sheâs
And within, lurks a beast.
Izumi Kyouka is an extremely practical person. Always has been. Sure, Daddy doesnât think so, but she /is./
And asking for binoculars for her birthday? It seems like a VERY practical request right now.
Sheâs
perched on her windowsill, Lenses glinting as she peeks through the blinds, and there, across the street, she can see her new neighbor.
Sheâs been watching since the truck moved inâmostly because their house has always been the only one on the end of the street, and when she saw
Sheâs been watching since the truck moved inâmostly because their house has always been the only one on the end of the street, and when she saw
the âsoldâ sign pop up in front of the new construction, she thought there might be other kids moving next door.
And now that sheâs been watching, she can tell that there arenât any /kids/ with the stranger, but...
Thereâs no wedding ring either. And for a second, she thought
And now that sheâs been watching, she can tell that there arenât any /kids/ with the stranger, but...
Thereâs no wedding ring either. And for a second, she thought
the taller lady walking around with him might be his mate, but after /lots/ of observation, she doesnât think so.
Her fingertips drum across the tops of the binoculars, and she lets out a low hum.
Sure, itâs not exactly what she wanted /but/...
She tosses her binoculars down,
Her fingertips drum across the tops of the binoculars, and she lets out a low hum.
Sure, itâs not exactly what she wanted /but/...
She tosses her binoculars down,
slipping down from the window as she leaves her room, jogging down the hall until the throws herself against her fatherâs office door with a soft slamâher normal means of announcing herselfâhearing a soft swear of surprise from the other side.
âDaddy!! Thereâs a moving truck
âDaddy!! Thereâs a moving truck
next door!â
After an entire morning of getting his stuff settled inside, Chuuya finds himself standing out front, fiddling with a wad of cash in his hands as he goes to tip the movers.
âYou must be excited about the new place, right?â One of them comments, wiping some sweat off
After an entire morning of getting his stuff settled inside, Chuuya finds himself standing out front, fiddling with a wad of cash in his hands as he goes to tip the movers.
âYou must be excited about the new place, right?â One of them comments, wiping some sweat off
the back of his neck with a towel. Heâs a little younger than Chuuya, probably a university studentâtall, muscular, enough to catch his interest.
âSure,â the redhead shrugs, thumbing through bills that heâs about to decide to for the both of them. âFirst time home buyer and all
âSure,â the redhead shrugs, thumbing through bills that heâs about to decide to for the both of them. âFirst time home buyer and all
that.â
âProbably in a hurry to get inside and start nesting, right?â His partner offers with a drawl, making Chuuyaâs fingers pause, his eyes cutting up to look at him dead on. âOr whatever it is you guys do.â
Heâs shorter than the other one, not far above Chuuyaâs eye level,
âProbably in a hurry to get inside and start nesting, right?â His partner offers with a drawl, making Chuuyaâs fingers pause, his eyes cutting up to look at him dead on. âOr whatever it is you guys do.â
Heâs shorter than the other one, not far above Chuuyaâs eye level,
but his body language screams disrespect, his body tilted forward in some lame attempt to leer over the redhead, openly staring at his neckâand the pheromones hitting Chuuyaâs nose are a sour, flagrant sign of unwanted interest.
â...â Chuuyaâs eyes narrow, and he proceeds to
â...â Chuuyaâs eyes narrow, and he proceeds to
make a big show of removing several bills from the stock, pocketing them before handing over a substantially smaller tip. âSomething like that.â
The other mover glares at his partner with annoyance before picketing the cash. âThank you, Nakahara-san.â
They both leave shortly
The other mover glares at his partner with annoyance before picketing the cash. âThank you, Nakahara-san.â
They both leave shortly
after that, and Chuuya finds himself wandering the rooms of the new place, and he didnât really notice it before, but now that heâs alone he can kind of see itâ
It /is/ a pretty big place for just one person.
He stops in the bedroom, his eyes drifting over the bed. Itâs a
It /is/ a pretty big place for just one person.
He stops in the bedroom, his eyes drifting over the bed. Itâs a
canopy, wide and plush, with silk sheets and a heavy comforterâbut itâs mostly bare.
His suitcase is open on the floorâitâs mostly full of casual clothes, and the vast majority of his wardrobe is hanging on garment racks in the guest room, soon to be converted into a master
His suitcase is open on the floorâitâs mostly full of casual clothes, and the vast majority of his wardrobe is hanging on garment racks in the guest room, soon to be converted into a master
closet.
Bunched up with the rest of his sweats is an item that doesnât belong to /him./ He kneels down, picking up the oversized t-shirt, staring at it thoughtfully.
He doesnât dateâhe never really hasâbut one of the betas heâs been sleeping with has gotten in the habit of
Bunched up with the rest of his sweats is an item that doesnât belong to /him./ He kneels down, picking up the oversized t-shirt, staring at it thoughtfully.
He doesnât dateâhe never really hasâbut one of the betas heâs been sleeping with has gotten in the habit of
leaving his clothes around after he leaves. Likely in the hopes that Chuuya would /wear/ them, but heâs never deigned to do so.
But now he finds himself standing alone in his bedroom, staring at the shirt bunched between his fingers, his eyes flickering over towards the bed.
But now he finds himself standing alone in his bedroom, staring at the shirt bunched between his fingers, his eyes flickering over towards the bed.
He lifts it to his nose, breathing it in, and it doesnât really smell like anythingâjust detergent. Itâs not like it would really hurt anything, butâ
But heâs never...exactly...
Heâs startled out of his thoughts by the ringing of the doorbell, his spine stiffening as he throws
But heâs never...exactly...
Heâs startled out of his thoughts by the ringing of the doorbell, his spine stiffening as he throws
the shirt back down into his suitcase, turning around and heading back downstairs.
Part of him is riled, ready to snap if itâs one of those movers coming back to complain about the tip, because he kind of regrets not punching that jackass in the /face/, butâ
When he opens the
Part of him is riled, ready to snap if itâs one of those movers coming back to complain about the tip, because he kind of regrets not punching that jackass in the /face/, butâ
When he opens the
door, he doesnât see /them/, he sees...
Objectively, from a purely observational perspective, the most attractive person Chuuya has ever seen.
Tallâ/ridiculously/ tall, Chuuya has to tilt his chin up to look at him, and he /must/ be over six feetâwith dark, slightly unkempt
Objectively, from a purely observational perspective, the most attractive person Chuuya has ever seen.
Tallâ/ridiculously/ tall, Chuuya has to tilt his chin up to look at him, and he /must/ be over six feetâwith dark, slightly unkempt
hair, some of it swept back and tucked behind his right ear, highlighting the squareness of his jaw.
And heâs smilingâright at himâand Chuuyaâ
The corners of his mouth tighten as he fights the urge to /gulp/ dramatically, like itâs some movie.
âHi,â his voice has this low,
And heâs smilingâright at himâand Chuuyaâ
The corners of his mouth tighten as he fights the urge to /gulp/ dramatically, like itâs some movie.
âHi,â his voice has this low,
rumbling timbre to it, rich, naturally assuring, and the redhead recognizes excactly what he is very quickly, his heart skipping a beat.
âWe wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,â he carries on, and Chuuya finds himself struggling to keep up.
We?
His eyes flicker to the
âWe wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,â he carries on, and Chuuya finds himself struggling to keep up.
We?
His eyes flicker to the
smaller figure standing next to him, a little girl with long, dark hair and big blue eyes, several shades darker than his own, staring up at him. âHello.â She offers softly.
She canât be more than six years old, not from her height, or the way that her cheeks are still round
She canât be more than six years old, not from her height, or the way that her cheeks are still round
with baby fat, and sheâs clinging to the side of the manâs pantsâmeaning heâs likely her /father./
Chuuya takes comfort in that, his shoulders relaxing slightly. Heâs never gotten on well with alphas he doesnât knowâbut the fact that this one has a kid him feel a /lot/ more
Chuuya takes comfort in that, his shoulders relaxing slightly. Heâs never gotten on well with alphas he doesnât knowâbut the fact that this one has a kid him feel a /lot/ more
Comfortable.
He kneels down in front of her, more at ease with an actual child than he is witu the grown man standing next to there.
âWell, that was very nice of you two.â His smile is warm, disarming, and he canât really understand why she looks so /excited/, but he offers his
He kneels down in front of her, more at ease with an actual child than he is witu the grown man standing next to there.
âWell, that was very nice of you two.â His smile is warm, disarming, and he canât really understand why she looks so /excited/, but he offers his
hand. âMy name is Nakahara Chuuya. Whatâs yours?â
She seems a little hesitatant, even though he can see it in her eyes, she does /want/ to introduce herself. Her fatherâs hand drops on top of her head, his thumb pushing her bangs out of her face. âCome on, loveâsay hello.â
She seems a little hesitatant, even though he can see it in her eyes, she does /want/ to introduce herself. Her fatherâs hand drops on top of her head, his thumb pushing her bangs out of her face. âCome on, loveâsay hello.â
Chuuya doesnât look up, because the alpha isnât doing it on /purpose/, but thereâs a slight undertone to his scent that is making the back of the redheadâs neck /tingle/, and he isnât want to worsen it with eye contact.
âKyouka.â The little girl mumbles, cheeks slightly pink as
âKyouka.â The little girl mumbles, cheeks slightly pink as
she reaches out to take his hand, small, soft fingers wrapping around his as she shakes it awkwardly. Chuuyaâs expression softens, and heyâmaybe he doesnât have any âparental instinctsâ or whatever, but sheâs /so/ cute.
âItâs very nice to meet you, Kyouka-chan.â
She bites the
âItâs very nice to meet you, Kyouka-chan.â
She bites the
inside of her cheek, staring at him with big eyes, and sheâs clearly debating something, and then she blurts out, âYouâre pretty.â
Chuuya pauses, quirking an eyebrow, /clearly/ a little thrown off, and then the little girl looks up at her father.
âHeâs pretty, right?â
Dazai
Chuuya pauses, quirking an eyebrow, /clearly/ a little thrown off, and then the little girl looks up at her father.
âHeâs pretty, right?â
Dazai
pauses, his eyes widenening as he stares at his daughter with a slightly scolding expression before he looks over at the redhead, and when they make eye contact Chuuyaâs mouth is suddenly /dry./
He has this lopsided smile that cuts right into him, and he mouths, âSorry.â
He has this lopsided smile that cuts right into him, and he mouths, âSorry.â
Chuuya can feel his cheeks /start/ to heat up, so he quickly breaks eye contact, mouthing back, âDonât worry about it.â
He straightens up, assuming thatâs the end of it, but the next thing he knows, the man is speaking again. âHeâs gorgeous, loveâbut itâs not polite to say that
He straightens up, assuming thatâs the end of it, but the next thing he knows, the man is speaking again. âHeâs gorgeous, loveâbut itâs not polite to say that
to someone you just met.â
âOh.â Kyouka pauses, frowning as she realizes her mistake. âIâm sorry, Nakahara-san.â
Chuuya pauses, his face /hot/ as he glares at the alpha, who is staring back at him with this annoying, innocent expression that just /screams/â
âWhat? Itâs true.â
âOh.â Kyouka pauses, frowning as she realizes her mistake. âIâm sorry, Nakahara-san.â
Chuuya pauses, his face /hot/ as he glares at the alpha, who is staring back at him with this annoying, innocent expression that just /screams/â
âWhat? Itâs true.â
âIt was very sweet of you to say, Kyouka-chan.â Chuuya forces a smile, waving it off, and the little girl beams, quietly flattered.
âIâm Dazai, by the way,â her father adds, offering his hand. âDazai Osamu.â
Chuuya stares at it for a minute, reluctant now that he feels like
âIâm Dazai, by the way,â her father adds, offering his hand. âDazai Osamu.â
Chuuya stares at it for a minute, reluctant now that he feels like
the brunette is messing with him. â...Itâs nice to meet you, Dazai-san,â he mutters, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
He doesnât exactly want to call the guy out in front of his kid, but it feels like a shitty thing to do, a family man openly flirting like that.
Kyouka looks
He doesnât exactly want to call the guy out in front of his kid, but it feels like a shitty thing to do, a family man openly flirting like that.
Kyouka looks
back and forth between the two of them, like sheâs waiting for something more to happen than awkward silence, but when no immediate response materializes, she starts to add. âNakahara-san?â
Chuuya blinks, looking back down at the kid. âYeah?â
Kyouka takes a deep breath.
Chuuya blinks, looking back down at the kid. âYeah?â
Kyouka takes a deep breath.
âI donât have a Mââ
Whatever she was /about/ to say, sheâs cut off when Dazai quickly swoops her up in his arms, loudly talking over her. âWell, it was very nice to meet you, hope you like it hereââ it all seems like a really sudden and rushed exit, with Dazai carrying the
Whatever she was /about/ to say, sheâs cut off when Dazai quickly swoops her up in his arms, loudly talking over her. âWell, it was very nice to meet you, hope you like it hereââ it all seems like a really sudden and rushed exit, with Dazai carrying the
little girl back down the sidewalk, his loud declarations of welcome and good will drowning off anything else his daughter is saying.
Chuuya is left standing in the doorway, his eyebrows pinching together as he tries to process what...the hell just happened?
Next door, Dazai
Chuuya is left standing in the doorway, his eyebrows pinching together as he tries to process what...the hell just happened?
Next door, Dazai
finds himself sitting on opposite ends of the dining room table, having an intense stare down with a kindergartner. âYou,â the older man says emphatically, leaning his elbows on the table, âare a /menace./â
Kyouka /pouts./ âYou think heâs pretty too!â
Dazai pinches the bridge
Kyouka /pouts./ âYou think heâs pretty too!â
Dazai pinches the bridge
of his nose. âSweetie, weâve /talked/ about thisââ
âIs Mommy coming home?â
The silence that follows is long, and Kyouka knows why. Her Dad only takes this long when he knows she isnât going to like the answer.
â...I donât think so, no.â Dazai admits.
âThen weâve gotta get
âIs Mommy coming home?â
The silence that follows is long, and Kyouka knows why. Her Dad only takes this long when he knows she isnât going to like the answer.
â...I donât think so, no.â Dazai admits.
âThen weâve gotta get
another one!â
Her father sputters. âThat isnât how it works!â
âSure it is!â Kyouka slams her hands on the table for emphasis, staring him down. âNeither of us are getting any younger!â
Dazai is /appalled./ âIâm /thirty!/â
âYouâre /old!/â
âAm I not enough for you?!â
â/No!/â
Her father sputters. âThat isnât how it works!â
âSure it is!â Kyouka slams her hands on the table for emphasis, staring him down. âNeither of us are getting any younger!â
Dazai is /appalled./ âIâm /thirty!/â
âYouâre /old!/â
âAm I not enough for you?!â
â/No!/â
Dazai gawks, trying to pretend that isnât a blow, because honest to god, heâs trying his /fucking best/â âIâm sorry, how could I improve your parental experience?â
He doesnât really know how to talk down to kids, never has, and as a result, Kyouka has an expansive vocabulary for
He doesnât really know how to talk down to kids, never has, and as a result, Kyouka has an expansive vocabulary for
someone her age. âI want a Mommy!â
â/Besides/ that.â Dazai counters, his voice deepening with firmness, and Kyouka just squares her shoulders with defiance.
âI donât want anything else!â
Itâs been /incessant/ for the past two years. Kyoukaâs mother left when she was four, and
â/Besides/ that.â Dazai counters, his voice deepening with firmness, and Kyouka just squares her shoulders with defiance.
âI donât want anything else!â
Itâs been /incessant/ for the past two years. Kyoukaâs mother left when she was four, and
for the first few weeks, it was denial. Because /obviously/, she was going to come back. She was /Mom./
Then weeks turned into months, and as her fifth birthday approached, it began.
// âWhat do you want for your birthday, honey?â //
// âA new Mommy!â //
Every birthday. Every
Then weeks turned into months, and as her fifth birthday approached, it began.
// âWhat do you want for your birthday, honey?â //
// âA new Mommy!â //
Every birthday. Every
Christmas. Every CONCIEVABLE opportunity where she could ask for presents, she asked for a /mother./
âOkay, lookââ Dazai runs his fingers through his hair, âWhat can a Mommy do that I /canât?/â
âAtsushi says his Mommy lets him nap in her nest with her.â Kyouka points out with
âOkay, lookââ Dazai runs his fingers through his hair, âWhat can a Mommy do that I /canât?/â
âAtsushi says his Mommy lets him nap in her nest with her.â Kyouka points out with
a frown, âCan you do that?â
â...â Dazai huffs. âNoâbut you know, lots of Mothers arenât even omegas, so a nest isnât always a part of the dealââ
âNakahara-san is an omega though,â Kyouka frowns. âI bet his are really softââ
Dazai shifts, trying not to think about /that./
â...â Dazai huffs. âNoâbut you know, lots of Mothers arenât even omegas, so a nest isnât always a part of the dealââ
âNakahara-san is an omega though,â Kyouka frowns. âI bet his are really softââ
Dazai shifts, trying not to think about /that./
âHow could you even tell?â He questions, his eyes narrowing, and Kyouka shrugs.
âI thought he was really prettyâand then we got there, and you kept sniffing himââ Dazai looks appropriately abashed, ââso I figuredââ
âI get it, butââ Dazai throws his hands up. âI can just get you
âI thought he was really prettyâand then we got there, and you kept sniffing himââ Dazai looks appropriately abashed, ââso I figuredââ
âI get it, butââ Dazai throws his hands up. âI can just get you
a bean bag chair or something?! If thereâs nothing elseââ
Kyouka stares at him like heâs /losing it./ âDid you just compare a next to a /bean bag chair?/â
Dazai is /grumbling./ âHow do you know theyâre /not/ like bean bag chairs?â
His daughterâs eyes narrow. âAre they?â
Kyouka stares at him like heâs /losing it./ âDid you just compare a next to a /bean bag chair?/â
Dazai is /grumbling./ âHow do you know theyâre /not/ like bean bag chairs?â
His daughterâs eyes narrow. âAre they?â
Well no, they arenât, and Dazai obviously knows that.
His exâtheir relationship was /complicated/, but if thereâs /one/ thing about her he misses, itâs the nests.
âBesides,â Kyouka carries on, âI want a baby sister, and Iâm already gonna be a lot olderââ
Dazai chokes on his
His exâtheir relationship was /complicated/, but if thereâs /one/ thing about her he misses, itâs the nests.
âBesides,â Kyouka carries on, âI want a baby sister, and Iâm already gonna be a lot olderââ
Dazai chokes on his
drink, âWhen did I say /I/ wanted any more kids?â
âI didnât ask you!â Kyouka pouts, and Dazai feels like heâs at an impasse with a child.
âLook, honey, you know itâs not like I havenât been trying to meet someoneââ
Kyouka crosses her arms over her chest. She /knows/ her father
âI didnât ask you!â Kyouka pouts, and Dazai feels like heâs at an impasse with a child.
âLook, honey, you know itâs not like I havenât been trying to meet someoneââ
Kyouka crosses her arms over her chest. She /knows/ her father
goes on dates, but he always says he isnât going to introduce her until itâs someone heâs serious aboutâand she never meets them.
âUncle Oda says youâre never gonna find a mate if you donât stop meeting girls on tinder!â
Dazai feels like heâs being attacked on all sides tonight
âUncle Oda says youâre never gonna find a mate if you donât stop meeting girls on tinder!â
Dazai feels like heâs being attacked on all sides tonight
âHow do you even know about tinder?!â
Kyouka shrugs, âI saw it when I was playing candy crush yesterday, and I asked Uncle Oda about it, and he said thatâs how you find girls for sleepovers!â
Dazai is going to /strangle him./ âSleep overs are fun!â
âI donât /want/ you to have
Kyouka shrugs, âI saw it when I was playing candy crush yesterday, and I asked Uncle Oda about it, and he said thatâs how you find girls for sleepovers!â
Dazai is going to /strangle him./ âSleep overs are fun!â
âI donât /want/ you to have
sleepovers! Just get me a mommy, then they can sleep over every night, and we can have a nest, and they can cookââ
âKyouka, /I/ cook.â His daughter stares at him, like she doesnât even have the heart to tell him that the microwave doesnât count, but Dazai still sags a little
âKyouka, /I/ cook.â His daughter stares at him, like she doesnât even have the heart to tell him that the microwave doesnât count, but Dazai still sags a little
before adding, â/and/ we have a chef. Donât you think you would hurt Kenji-sanâs feelings if he knew you didnât want his food anymore?â
Kyouka frowns. âBut Mommyâs make different food! Like...normal stuff!â
Dazai can admit, the benefits of having chef grade cuisine multiple
Kyouka frowns. âBut Mommyâs make different food! Like...normal stuff!â
Dazai can admit, the benefits of having chef grade cuisine multiple
times a week are likely lost on a six-year-old. âWe can ask him for normal stuffââ
âAnd I want bento, like all of the other kids get at school!â Kyouka sounds little more serious, and her voice is actually /pleading/, and it makes Dazaiâs chest /ache./ âAtsushiâs Mom writes
âAnd I want bento, like all of the other kids get at school!â Kyouka sounds little more serious, and her voice is actually /pleading/, and it makes Dazaiâs chest /ache./ âAtsushiâs Mom writes
him notes everyday!â
âKyouka, honeyââ Dazai cuts himself off, feeling defeated.
Family life wasnât something he ever really /imagined/ for himself, but when Sasaki got pregnant, well...
He already knew what it was like to grow up without a father, and he didnât want that for
âKyouka, honeyââ Dazai cuts himself off, feeling defeated.
Family life wasnât something he ever really /imagined/ for himself, but when Sasaki got pregnant, well...
He already knew what it was like to grow up without a father, and he didnât want that for
his own child to experience it.
And now, /here they are./
Itâs not like he doesnât /want/ her to have a mother in her life. He does. But settling down just for the sake of stability didnât exactly /work out/ last time.
âOkay,â Dazai sets down his drink, rubbing his temples.
And now, /here they are./
Itâs not like he doesnât /want/ her to have a mother in her life. He does. But settling down just for the sake of stability didnât exactly /work out/ last time.
âOkay,â Dazai sets down his drink, rubbing his temples.
âI get why you want to have a mom around,â Dazai sighs heavily. âBut you donât know /anything/ about this Chuuya person.â
Kyouka pauses. She hadnât exactly considered that point.
âJust because he doesnât have someone living with him doesnât mean heâs single.â Dazai adds.
Kyouka pauses. She hadnât exactly considered that point.
âJust because he doesnât have someone living with him doesnât mean heâs single.â Dazai adds.
Kyouka sinks even more as she thinks about that, and her father bites his lip. âLookââ he runs his fingers through his hair, ââIâll try, okay?â
Kyouka nods, somewhat dejected, and while Dazai thinks that means theyâre tabling the discussion, he couldnât be more wrong.
Kyouka nods, somewhat dejected, and while Dazai thinks that means theyâre tabling the discussion, he couldnât be more wrong.