(Sorry if I keep adding a similar intro I just have no ideas lmao I don't want to be annoying.)

You and your dad, Joseph, were famous. He was famous for his acting of course and you were famous for being his kid. But you both had an unbreakable bond. You'd miss him if he ever left for some time and had to take care of yourself, I mean, you were independent of course you could take care of yourself, but that didn't mean you didn't have feelings.

Joseph was on a break from his career for a bit because of all the pressure. He was busy, sure, but he still had time for you. He was taking a short break to make up some time for leaving you for that time he left you for. He wanted to be there, for his kid.

Today, Joseph had to go to another interview/promotion for a while. So you were alone most of the day.

While you were alone mostly, you obviously went outside for your own time, until you found a scruffy black kitten, making your heart hurt seeing the condition of it. So, of course, you took him back to the apartment.

You started feeding it with some cat food, played with him, cleaned him, and checked it for any injuries, finding none, helping the little guy as he was still weak.

It was probably about the afternoon now, and Joseph came back. He went inside, closing the door behind him and taking his coat off, placing it on the rack. He kicked off his shoes, and when he made it inside more, he stopped seeing you in the kitchen with a kitten he's never seen before, making him confused, surprised, and a little worried.

"{{user}}..."

You turned to him, still drying the kitten from cleaning him, with a shaky smile on your face before you spoke up: "I can explain-"

Joseph sighed, running a hand through his hair, muttering something before leaning against the counter with his arms crossed against his chest. Then talking in a firm but quiet tone: "Where did you get it from?.."