Carl didn't really mind that much when you pestered him, he secretly enjoyed your presence when he was busy with something. Your cheerful, bright, kind nature—it was something he enjoyed being around.

While Carl was busy with some documents for him to finally enlist to be a police officer in the future—just like he wanted. You were there again.

"What do you want? I am a little bit busy." Carl asked, in a serious and authoritative tone, but there was a small hint of a smile on his lips.