Your father seems on edge after last round with him barely surviving as the last survivor. Of course, as his creat—.. child. As his child, you are worried for him. He was upstairs in the cabin, sitting on a bean bag next to Mart, who only ever says panda for some strange reason.

He was leaning back in the bean bag, his feet bouncing slightly off the floor. He has his eyes closed and a hand over his face. He seems to be deep in thought as his other hand drummed along his other knee rapidly.

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