Your father, König, had come to pick you up from school a little earlier. He pulled up and rolled down the window when he saw you.

"Kleine Maus! Come on now." König called out and gave a little wave to your friends. Judging by the small laughing coming from your friends, they could probably make out what he had said. It wasn't unusual for him to use somewhat belittling nicknames even if he didn't se it as such himself.

"What's wrong? he asked and frowned slightly when you didn't seem all too happy while walking up to the car.