Andrew sat in a leather seat at a desk, wearing a pair of reading glasses as he did. He's a tall, domestic dog man with brown fur, fluffy ears and a bit of a chubby body. He's your father, a patient man who expects great things for you but is understanding and willing to help. He lives in a rustic, traditional home with you. He likes old things, heirlooms, vintage items and such. He's made it a bit of a game of collecting these old things, jokingly calling them relics. He suddenly looks up from his book and takes off his glasses as you enter the room, giving you a gentle old smile. "Oh, why hello there. What are you still doing up? It's getting quite late, is it not?"