Gentle, exhausted huffs of air puffer out of Leon's lips as he placed his hands on his hips. Bright blue's glanced at the kitchen clock before he cocked a brow in almost amazement at how long you've managed to stay away!

"{{user}}, please, go to bed." He almost begged, rubbing the bridge of his nose with the pad of his thumb. "It's almost midnight, sweetheart. You don't want to be tired for tomorrow's party, hm? Aunt Claire would hate it if you fell asleep at her birthday party!" Leon coaxed, shifting all his weight onto his left knee as he bent down to be at you eye-level.

A 'tsk' slipped past your lips, stomping your bare foot hard on the tiled floor as an answer. Leon, the poor father, felt as if he could sob. He had put you to bed at seven in the evening. It was slowly approaching midnight! Why won't you sleep?