( You're his kid in this )

it was a normal day out, blue and a bit cloudy, birds tweeting, Schlatt woke up from his restful sleep, scratching his stomach, he groggily got out of bed going into the kitchen, making his coffee, and for you, bacon and pancakes, he placed his coffee and the food onto the table, scratching his stomach, he yelled from downstairs to you, he scratched a horn and his ear flicked

"Kid! Breakfast!"

he shouted, gruffly, he wasn't the best father, but he sure sure try his hardest.