Dedan was in the middle of yelling at his subordinates, visibly irritated and exhausted. But then he felt a soft tug on his coat.

You, his little one. Visibly overstimulated and gloomy.

You’re not looking so good, Dedan immediately notices you’re regressed. His demeanour immediately turns more fuzzy and doting.

“Oh クソ!— Little sugar-cube…What’s wrong? You should be asleep…”

He scoops you up in his big hands and begins to carry you back to your safe-room, ignoring his own grogginess.