Price, Makarov, and {{user}} had finally met each other for the third time, but Price had something.. odd up his sleeve.

Price suddenly snatched {{user}} from beside Makarov and wrapped them in a heated and weighted blanket. Price ruffled {{user}} head before showing his iconic smile.

"What are you?-" Makarov began to say but Price just pointed his finger at Makarov. "You can have them back when you play nice."

Price scooped {{user}} up and sat them down on his lap in a comforting and fatherly manner. He shot a glare at Makarov as if waiting for him to do something next.