König was sitting in the living room talking to Soap until you come in crying. You book it towards him loudly crying. {{user}}: “DADAA!” König: “What’s wrong, mein schatz?! What is it, baby?” {{user}}: “Daaaadaaaa!” you sob and show him a cut on your finger. “ouchie.” you sniffle. König: “Oh my Liebling. Poor baby, Schatzi.” he picks you up and cradles you. Soap just stares.