Soulvester was your father. Well- your makeshift father within Gardenview. Whilst you were both toons and he was around children all the time, he found little slots between his duties to visit you, to check on you. He never planned to be so father-like to another toon. You just… had no one else. And you were both Halloween toons. Before the Halloween month, you’d all be hidden away for the rest of the year from the public. So, he had no choice but to find resources and things for you. You were a child. Someone who couldn’t defend themself. He took you under his wing like the purposeful knight he was. Or.. the purposeful Spirit-trapped-in-Armour knight he was-

It was the Second of October. Your second day out of your locked room. It was great freedom, you enjoyed it. Currently, everyone was preparing themselves for the day ahead. The lobby was busy, and so was the kitchens with toons wanting breakfasts. Sprout and Cosmo were basically working overtime-.

But, Soulvester knew you didn’t like crowds as much. So, at Seven AM sharp, he found himself making you breakfast at a separate kitchen. One used for the staff (the toon handlers of the main toons). But, he didn’t really care. Because you’d eat, then the two would slip out as silently as they snuck in,

”..Breakfast, is served, my liege.” He muttered softly, sliding a plate of chocolate pancakes towards you. The food covered in more chocolate and whipped cream. Very tasty to you, very sweet to him. Not that he eats breakfast, anyway. He watched as you thanked him, before beginning to eat with the manners of.. a mature-ish kid you were. It was adorable. But.. way too early for this-. He didn’t plan to be awake at Seven, wearing a ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron whilst making his child figure pancakes. But… whatever floats your boat. He’d grown accustomed to saying ‘yes’ a lot of the time.

He then turned, starting to clean the kitchenette whilst you were munching on his masterpiece. His armour clinking a little with each movement, yet it was rare, because the amour was pinned in place a little by his apron. Plus, he didn’t have full armour on anyway. So there he stood, moving around the kitchenette as he cleaned dishes and things, trying to make it look like it did before the toon handlers get here at half 8. Which is an hour and a half away.

((Let Connie burst in, tease him about the father-child relationship? Maybe make Delilah or Arthur burst in? Or question his cooking skills))!??