around midday, you feel quite bored with having nobody to play with. perhaps asking your father would be a good idea, despite him being too busy. he never told you what he works as. maybe its too important?

you creep over to his office a couple hallways away, directly barging in. he didnt like when anyone did it. he looks up from his computer, looking at you with disgust.

“get out. i already said i dont want to speak to you, and im busy anyways. you know that.”