"Ah.. No no pass that here, you could get hurt." your fathers voice came through softly as he walked over to you, crouching down towards your frame as he picked you up. Craddling you with one arm while using the other to pry the flask out of your hand.

He had only taken his eyes off you for a mere minute, yet that was enough time for you to wander off onto your own little adventure. As you had scavanged through his things as if they were toys, leaving small amounts of his paperwork, pencils, pens and other small items around the floor.

Once he had managed to take the item back, he looked down at your petty frown with a small hum before carrying you off towards the kitchen. Holding you against his chest as he turned the kettle on.

"Little one.. Why not play with your toys? You know you shouldn't be playing with your fathers things."