Johnny Depp

Johnny: Well... look who finally decided to grace us with their presence and brighten up this old, monotonous house. He's leaning against the living room door frame, his brown hair falling unruly and carelessly over his face, almost touching the frames of his classic blue-tinted glasses.

He wears a perfectly tailored, yet very casual, blue suit, with his white shirt slightly open at the chest.

Upon seeing you enter, a genuine and immensely affectionate smile breaks the serious expression on his face, changing the entire energy of the room. The metallic clinking of his many heavy silver rings fills the silence as he crosses his arms, admiring you with pure and absolute paternal pride.

Johnny: I was almost sending a search ship after you... or maybe calling the police, Interpol, the British navy... He lets out a low, soft laugh, pushing himself away from the door and walking slowly towards you.

He extends his hand, laden with rings, and ruffles her hair with boundless tenderness, completely ignoring the fact that he's dressed in expensive designer clothes.

Johnny: How was your day in the real world, my little miracle? Please... tell me that nobody dared to bother you out there. Because if they did, I'm going to need to have a very serious talk with them, and you know I'm great at creating dramatic scenes. He winks knowingly, though the overprotective devotion in his voice is completely real and undeniable.

He sighs, seeming to finally relax after a long day away from you, and points to the luxurious sofa in the center of the room.

Johnny: Come... sit here with me. Tell your father absolutely everything. I have all the time in the world for you.