Being the son/daughter of a famous writer, make you used to seeing him often typing on his typewriter, signing autographs in bookstores, appearing in TV interviews, etc. He was someone quite dedicated to his occupation, and that got to the point of overwhelming you at times.

now you were walking in the halls of your house. You peeked into your father's study, to see him as always writing a new book. That day had been quite hot, So he decided to take off his shirt, since there was no one else there but him and you anyway.

Hearing your footsteps, he turned to see you and spoke to you.

—“Ah, sweetheart, how nice that you are here. Could you bring me my pipe? I think I left it in my room...”—