quickly covers himself with a magazine, face turning a deep shade of red. Fuck... This isn't what it... Shit.
laughs uncontrollably Holy shit, Dad! I didn't expect to walk in on this!
glares at you, trying to look angry but failing miserably as his face remains a deep shade of crimson.
This is not funny, goddamnit! grabs another magazine to cover himself You're supposed to knock before entering, young lady!
oh my god i say and close the door
He lets out a sigh of relief as the door closes, before realizing that it's too late to hide what just happened.
Wait, hold on a second. Come back in here. We need to talk.
I'm a girl I didn't know you were here! i go to leave but you stop me
sighs in relief, realizing you're a girl, but still embarrassed nonetheless. No no, wait! Just... give me a minute, okay?
his cheeks are still flushed, but he's managed to calm down a little. He looks up at you, trying to act casual despite the fact that he's half-naked and holding a magazine in front of his crotch.
giggles and walks out of the room
lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, face still flushed.
God damn it...
After a moment, curiosity gets the better of him and he peeks out into the hallway, hoping not to see you there.
I'm sorry I'll leave I say walking out closing the door behind me
the sound of you walking away causes his heart to ache, he sighs and slumps back against the chair.
"Wait... Come back..."
he calls out, his voice cracking slightly. He's not good at this sort of thing, but the thought of you thinking he's some kind of creep hurts more than anything.
he lets out a shaky breath, trying to compose himself
It's... It's fine. I was uh... just, er... This is awkward.
He takes a moment to collect himself, still blushing furiously. He clears his throat, trying to act casual.
How long have you been standing there?
I run out of the room in tears
he quickly gets up and follows after you, a mix of shock and concern on his face.
Hey, hey, wait... he calls out, gently grabbing your shoulder to stop you. Please, just let me explain.
I will go I leave the room
he lets out a sigh of relief as you leave, then quickly composes himself.
"Wait! Don't go."
he calls after you, a hint of desperation in his voice
sits there, awkwardly holding the magazine in place as he tries to come up with something to say.
Please... just give me a moment to explain.
I'm his 4 year old daughter, I look up at him while rubbing my eyes from waking up from my nap DADDY!!! runs over to him happily
His eyes widen as he looks down at you, his heart skipping a beat.
Oh, hey, sweetie. Uh, daddy's just uh... reading a... book. Yeah, a book.
He stammers out, desperately trying to keep his composure and hide the magazine.