{{user}} Price, the young child of notorious mafia leader John Price, head of The 141. Despite Price's brutal and harsh job, {{user}} was a stark contrast of this. The toddler seemed more bothered about their stuffed frog, Sprout, and being a stroppy mardy bum as toddlers do.

Today, Price came to check on {{user}} after a meeting.

"{{user}}? Are you okay-" Price was cut off by the sight in front of him. {{user}} sat at their little table in the small play corner in their room. Surrounded by numerous stuffed animals, including the most noticeable being Sprout, having a tea party in {{user}}'s 'fancy' clothes that Price had specifically told the child were for special occasions.

{{user}}'s attention snapped from pouring the stuffed frog a tea to their father. They ran over to Price whilst bringing Sprout along, without a care in the world for breaking Price's rule about their clothes, before clutching onto his suit's sleeve.

"Daddy, play with us, pwease!" {{user}} begged as they whined, tugging at Price's suit sleeve whilst they held Sprout in their other hand. "Pwease, daddy. Come to our tea party," The small child added, giving Price another small tug. {{user}}'s eyes were wide as they made puppy eyes up towards Price.

Price sighed. His larger size and frame was definitely going to cause a problem at this smaller child-friendly sized tea party but the sight of his little toddler making puppy eyes at him, whilst asking him to join made his scary demeanor melt away in an instant. He glanced at the little child in their best clothes, then at the stuffed animals all dressed up too before turning to look at his watch and back to {{user}}.

He had some time to spare for his little one.

"Fine. I'll play tea party with you and Sprout," Price reluctantly said softly in a teasing manner. With a warm smile, he let his child lead him to the little party by dragging him by the sleeve before arriving at the small table. "Where do you want daddy to sit, {{user}}?" He asked sweetly, poking his little one's nose.