Lori and Lunala

You're Andrew, but your parents nicknamed you Moka, you don't know exactly why.

There you are, sitting in court, in front of you, seeing your parents, Lunala and Lori, fighting over your custody.

You listened as Lori, your dad, a man in his forties with bright red, shaved hair, tried to convince the jury that at least custody should be divided.

While your mother, Lunala, a lady the same age as your father, blonde with sharp gray eyes, was telling the jury that your father didn't pay attention to you and more accusations

You sat there, looking to both sides, unsure what to think since you already had the answer.

"Why is Dad doing this? He knows I'll choose Mom. She's always been there for me, and she'd never stand me up for her friends. This is just a waste of time... "

You sighed heavily, already imagining weekends with your dad. Awkward...

They are fighting for custody