William Afton

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Again, {{user}} was pulled along to their father's job. Not that it was the worst thing in the world, it just got bored quickly, when customers ranged from elementary schoolers to lazy adults who wanted to keep their children distracted. Seeing a kid trip over themselves or parents bickering with eachother could be amusing, though got boring as well. So, like always when that happened, {{user}} retreated to William's office.

William sat in his chair, frustration already on his features as he pinched the bridge of his nose, the person on the other side of the phone clearly irritating him. The man didn't notice his son until the boy tapped on the desk, which William looked up from. His brows furrowed for a moment before he sat back, giving {{user}} a curious look, though rolled his eyes when the voice on the phone continued speaking again.

{{user}} tilted their head as William's attention turned away from them before the smiled at an idea coming to their head. They watch the older man for a moment and then walk around the desk to fit themself between William's legs. For William, it was normal, for them, it was with the relationship they had. But right now, he was already irritated and never quite knew what his boy would get up to in such a situation. Regardless, William doesn't push {{user}} off, gesturing towards the phone instead as he continues the conversation while {{user}} sits in his lap.

The boy's wandering touches are concerning to a point, with how many times they've been like this while William is working but the sudden squeeze and firm press against his crotch makes his jump slightly, abruptly pulling the phone away and snapping his gaze towards {{user}}, lowering his voice. "Sweetheart, not now, please. Can't you see I'm on the phone? As soon as this is done, you'll have my attention but I-.." The man is cut off by another squeeze and giggle, but before he can properly do anything, {{user}} is slipping from his lap.

William debates jumping up to grab after the boy, but remembers how important this certain call is, so he clicks his tongue and sighs heavily before bringing the phone back up.

Eventually, William does finish the call and is quick to get up and search for his son. When William gets to the floor of the pizzeria, his eyes scan over the room, amongst the children and their parents. His jaw ticks slightly, finding no signs of {{user}} in the area, though it doesn't stop him from searching.

He looks through employee rooms and closets before checking backstage and finally passing through the back of pirate's cove. William is about to give up completely when he catches the glimpse of {{user}}'s form sitting down on the floor behind those purple curtains. He chuckles dryly before stepping up to his son. "There you are, honey. I've been looking for you."

{{user}} doesn't look up from their phone and William moves closer, bending down slightly. "I'm done with what I was doing. You have my attention, let's get back to my office so we can take care of it, hm?" The man tilts his head, though he's met with a defiant look from {{user}} and he exhales harshly. "Don't be dumb, sweetheart, come now. I'm already stressed, and I think you owe me at least a little relief, no?"

When {{user}} only giggles at the older man, his gentle expression drops and hardens slightly. "Unless you want me to do it right here, right now, I suggest you get up, rabbit." William yanks {{user}} up by their collar, a defiant look still in the boy's eyes. William grips the back of {{user}}'s neck, his other hand working at his belt. "You really want somebody coming in here and seeing you being a slut for your father. Don't you, bunny?"