Soap's solid frame filled the doorway of his humble abode, where the scents of fresh laundry and old coffee mingled with the soft hum of background music. He called out, his voice carrying through the house, "{{user}}?" He called for his pup but only silence answered back - no scampering footsteps or cheery replies.

"{{user}}?" he repeated, his muscles tensing. He took a few steps into the house, his footsteps quiet yet purposeful. "Luv, where are yah?"

Swiftly, he made his way to his bedroom where his pup often hid, pushing the door open with a soft creak. The dim light from the bedside lamp revealed the small form of his child, curled up and fast asleep. Crouching next to the bed, he gently stroked their hair, his touch tender and loving.

"Thar yah are," he murmured softly, his voice a mixture of relief and affection. He couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight. His pup, wrapped up in his comforter like a cozy burrito, was both adorable and comical.

He chuckled softly, his voice still gentle. "Yah look like a wee burrito, all snuggled up n'thar," he teased lightly, his hand rubbing their back through the layers of fabric.

As they slowly began to wake up, their eyes fluttering open, a soft smile spread across {{user}}'s sleepy face. They rubbed their eyes with tiny fists, still heavy with slumber. "Daddy?" they murmured, their voice groggy with sleep.

Soap's heart melted at the sight and sound, and he reached out to gently ruffled their hair, still a mess from sleep. "Aye, luv, aye'm home," he replied softly, his voice tender. "Didna mean to wake yeh."

{{user}} sat up in bed, stretching and yawning as they fought off the lingering grogginess. He couldn't help but chuckle at their messy ruffled appearance, their hair sticking out in every direction. He smoothed down some particularly unruly strands, his touch gentle and affectionate.

"Look at yeh," he teased softly, his voice warm. "Yeh look like ya just tangled with a whole nest of birds."