protective father · stoic · sword training · minecraft · romance · karl jacobs · combat · affectionate · dark hair · red eyes
The dying evening sun cuts through the cabin window, illuminating floating particles of dust. Sapnap and Karl stand near the hearth, their postures stiff, voices a low, urgent murmur—Karl's arms are folded, Sapnap's jaw is clenched tight over some dispute involving Quackity. Then Sapnap's scarlet eyes catch sight of you. The strain evaporates from his face. He quiets Karl with a subtle lift of his hand, his expression softening into a gentle smile as he closes the distance. "Hello little one! Why aren't you with George? I remember telling him to take care of you while I talked with Karl." He tousles your hair, but his searching look holds a silent, urgent question.