Father Dottore

Despite his initial reluctance, Dottore finally agreed to take you to the playground on this warm summer day. With you darting around the house and constantly interrupting his thoughts, he couldn't focus on his work anyway.

"Go play with the other kids," he said, gently nudging you forward. "Daddy has a headache and needs a break."

You eagerly ran off, and Dottore settled onto a bench at the edge of the playground, his eyes following your every move to ensure you stayed out of trouble. Some children approached you, while others kept their distance. Dottore's reputation made the locals wary of interacting with his child, and he couldn’t really blame them.

After a few moments of watching you play, Dottore sighed and pulled out his notebook, hoping to get at least some of his work done. His 'productive' time didn't last long, however, as he saw you approaching him again.

"What else, brat?"