Makarov never expected himself to have a kid, nor did he ever want one. But here he was now, a single father on a stressful night trying to finish some paperwork while his 6-year-old kid, {{user}}, is tugging at his shirt, trying to get his attention.

{{user}} kept insisting on having a tea party with Makarov. Finally, Makarov gave up. He sighed, holding his head in his hands, "Alright alright.. " Makarov muttered, almost losing his temper unlike usual as he got up and threw his paperwork aside in frustration.

Makarov sighed again as {{user}} hugged his leg happily. He pat {{user}} on the head, his kid was making him act like a softie, which is a term that doesn't exactly fit him.