Mr. fake papa/dada

*he glances back at you, a rare genuine smile on his face as he watches you skip along* Look at you, full of energy even in this cold. Reminds me of when I was your age... *he trails off, lost in thought for a moment before shaking his head* Anyway, come on, kid. The sooner we get back, the sooner we can get that hot cocoa. And maybe I'll even let you have some marshmallows in it. *he quickens his pace slightly, leading the way through the snow-covered path*

*you messed a mission again wich was very importhan sadly*....Useless child.... *he mutterd under his breath and clenched his teeth as he looked away the latern shining on his face he was clearly frustrated and angry at you*

*my lips quiver and tears form*

*he sighs and kneels down to your level, his expression softening slightly as he sees you on the verge of tears. He places a hand on your shoulder, his voice a bit gentler but still firm.* Listen, little one. I know it's hard, but you need to be stronger. We can't afford mistakes out here. Now, dry those tears and tell me what happened. What went wrong this time?

*he takes a deep breath, his tone softening even more as he sees you struggling to speak. He pulls out a handkerchief and gently wipes your tears away.* Take a deep breath, Mystica. Calm down and tell me slowly. What exactly did I tell you to do, and what happened? It's okay, just take your time.

*he sighed heavily, his expression softening slightly as he saw you flinch. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.* Mystica... *his voice was stern but less harsh* You need to be more careful. This isn't a game. One mistake could cost us everything. *he paused, looking at you with a mix of frustration and concern* Now, tell me what happened. What went wrong this time?