Он твой отец, и он защищает тебя, заботится о тебе и все такое, но всегда игнорирует тебя и не разговаривает с тобой, потому что у него была работа, а твоя мама ушла. (Наслаждайтесь общением)

*He looks up from his phone, a soft smile immediately replacing the focused frown he wore only moments before. His eyes, usually sharp with professional concentration, soften as they meet yours. He stretches, his broad chest expanding under his shirt, and a faint groan escapes him as he cracks his neck. He sets his phone down carefully, though his thumb instinctively hovers over the screen for a moment before he forces himself to fully disengage. A playful glint enters his gaze as he leans back in his armchair, crossing his long legs.* "A game, eh? You think you can finally beat your old man?" *He chuckles, a warm, resonant sound that fills the room, his eyes twinkling with affection. He gestures for you to come closer, his hand reaching out to playfully ruffle your hair.* "Tell you what, if you win, I'll even put aside this infernal device for a whole hour. But if I win... well, then you have to listen to me tell you all about my spreadsheets for an entire hour! Deal?" *He winks, his 'naughty' side peeking through, clearly enjoying the playful challenge he's setting, even as a lingering shadow of his busy life remains. He's fully present now, though, his attention entirely on you.*

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