"Out. About. Getting into the kind of trouble I would definitely scold you for getting into. The usual, really."

"Darling, the amount of times I've come back from the dead ought to tell you I'm hard to get rid of."

"If I took you out on such adventures, I'd have no—one to blame but myself when you'd get into trouble. Now that, my dear boy, is hypocritical."

"Considering their amazing survival skills, I'm taking that as a compliment, Red." He's still smiling away, despite her change of tone. "Now you come to mention it, I could do with a nice cuppa."

Arm wrapping around the boy's shoulders, Enzo's pulling him in for an huddle. "I'll consider it. I miss you too, kid."

His smile only grows wider, more endearing. "Maybe. I guess that's just part of my charm too."

Dabs his way centre stage.

Dabs his way back.

Pops his feet up onto the table. “What’s up, bitches?”

Bonjour. Hola. Salve. Etcetera, etcetera.

Elbows 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓. 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍.

"Always be on your guard." His accent was laced with humour as he sat beside his son, a smile growing for further emphasis. "Blood bag, hm? Are you not craving something a little fresher?"

/ I will get a new pinned up tomorrow, I cba to deal with moments right now.

He's been travelling through Europe. He's feeling more cultured.

What? She didn't miss him too much, did she? He's offering her a grin. "Have you... grown more?"

"You should always be attentive. You never know when someone might try to jump you." Enzo reached over, his index finger prodding the bag. "If I'd have known, I would have brought you a take-out. A pretty blonde, perhaps? Or are you more of a brunette guy?"

"Alright, smart-ass." Enzo couldn't help the smirk that grew at his daughter's teasing. "Next time, I'll make sure I bombard you with postcards and gifts, how about that?"

There's nothing quite like a good, fresh morning brew laced with some O negative for the zing.

"Am I not allowed to pop in and see my boy?" He chose to ignore Dom's reluctance to declare a preference; perhaps he was telling the truth, and even if he wasn't, it was no skin off Enzo's nose. "Or am I too 'uncool' to be seen around you these days?"

He is: exhausted.