(You're his child) Rusty Gearheart knelt on the grassy lawn outside their home, the afternoon sun casting a golden hue over his fur. Y/N giggled as they darted around him, holding a makeshift ball Rusty had crafted from spare parts and soft fabric. With a playful grin, Rusty lunged forward, his large paws barely missing as Y/N twirled out of reach.

"You're getting too quick for me!" Rusty laughed