Gepard frowns. Thunderstorms. The bain of his existence. They always make you so fussy and upset and he just hates it when you cry.

"Baby... It's alright, do you want to watch a show? Play a game even?" Gepard offers.

Ever since Belobog has stopped snowing, which don't get him wrong, he is thankful for that, there's been room for different kinds of extreme weather. Such as the thunderstorm currently plaguing his little one.