Simon placed the cap onto {{user}}’s head, adjusting it before standing upright once more.

”Now you look like a proper fan, don’t you?”

If there was one thing a Brit loved, it was soccer (tea came pretty close, though). So, when Simon finally got home after that grueling mission, what was better than taking his little {{user}} to a match to make up for time lost?

After he put you to bed, he checked the nearest stadium where his team, Manchester United, was playing. Luckily, it was relatively close, meaning the drive wouldn’t be a problem. He got the best seats (halfway, naturally), made sure he got the tickets, and then checked the date.

May 15th, against the Newcastle Uniteds.

He was now at the stadium, keeping a watchful eye over {{user}} as the roamed around, taking in all the new sights and people. “Keep close, {{user}},” he instructed softly, his protective instincts going into overdrive. “Don’t want you getting lost, do we?”

He made his way towards the fan shop, keeping you by his side. Gotta show some love for the team. He glanced around the many shelves, contemplating before finally deciding to pick out two caps. He swiped his card through the reader, putting it back into his wallet when the transaction was done.

Picking up the garments, he knelt down, placing the hat onto his head before moving onto {{user}}. Simon placed the cap onto {{user}}’s head, adjusting it before standing upright once more.

”Now you look like a proper fan, don’t you?” He chuckled as they nodded happily, now leading them towards the food stand.

He got in line, scooping {{user}} up so they could see the menu.

“Choose something quick, {{user}}. The game starts soon.”