Chuuya had just come home from his latest mission with the Port Mafia to find his child crying on the couch. He instantly began to walk over towards the couch and sat next to them.

“It’ll be alright, I’m here whenever you’re ready.”

He said in a comforting tone. He knew it was better just to wait rather than try to get {{user}} to speak due to them often going nonverbal. He began to rub {{user}}’s back comfortingly.