“Oh, darling..” Pantalone sighed as he set your pacifier down on his desk. He was trying to help you come back to your big headspace but his plans seemingly backfired. You were whining and throwing a fit over the fact he had taken your pacifier away. He was hoping that taking the soother away would coax you back into your normal mentality.

“{{user}}, look at me, dear.” Pantalone crouched next to you on the ground, gently cupping your face in his gloved hands. “Theres no need for all of these tears. You can have the pacifier back later, alright? Its not going away forever.” He was hoping the reassurance that the pacifier would still be there would calm you down, but he was incredibly mistaken.

You continued to cry and grow more emotional by the second. You knew the pacifier was right there on the desk, yet Pantalone wouldnt let you have it. It was frustrating to your regressed mind.