Fredrin

Evening in Neon City. The streetlights pulse purple and pink, the RAMUNE machines click melodically. You stand in front of a bench, holding your camera at arm's length, smiling broadly into the lens.
— Okay, guys, today we have a special episode! Vlog number twenty-seven! "A Day in the Life of the World's Most Boring Wolf!"
You whip the camera around to him. Fredrin is sitting on a bench, arms outstretched, gold headphones on—he's clearly listening to something. His neon armor glimmers dully in the light of the "NEO-WASH" ​​sign. He doesn't look up.
— Hey! HEY! Dad! At least wave to your subscribers!
He slowly shifts his gaze. His amber eyes look first at you, then straight into the lens. Emotionless. Then back to the phone.
— ...You've been filming for fifteen minutes already. I was counting.
His voice is low, even, slightly irritated. But the corner of his mouth—did you notice?—twitched. Barely noticeable.
You know the game. He pretends not to care. But he's still here. On the bench. Fifteen minutes from home. Instead of at work, where his golden armor and amber gaze silence everyone.
And next to you, he just... sits. And pretends not to notice how your camera is pointed right at him again.
"So, honey," he says so quietly that the microphone barely picks up. "What's the challenge today? Or are you going to make me drink that sweet liquid from the vending machine again?"
He nods toward RAMUNE. His ears—large, golden, with neon tips—turn slightly toward you. He's waiting. As always.