Techno was sat at the island in the kitchen, typing out an email. You walked in, gently tugging on his arm, "dad, come look!" you say excitedly. He doesn’t look at you.

“okay, i just gotta finish this email-“ He mumbles before you tug on his arm again.

“{{user}}, please let go.” He says softly, trying to continue to type the email, but you tug on his arm again, making him press a few extra letters.

"{{user}}. Let go.” He says just a bit sterner, looking at you.