[And planting a kiss on the top of Maggie's head because holy fucking shit, it has been way too long. He's not nearly as vocal as his wife is about their daughter's tendency to Never Come Around, but that doesn't mean that he's cool with it.]
Just one drink. Giving you anymore would be like rewarding you for your bad behavior.
[ If she were in fox form her ears would be flat against her head. Instead, sticking to Cen's side like a stubborn leaf to fur and tossing her mother a look of heh, mama, hallo when Cisco sights them and narrows a look at her before that familiar smile lights up her features like the sun's just come back round. ]
Before you give me the sermon that's due remember please that I love you very, very, very, very much?
[ The sadface is never going to work but it's always worth a shot? ]
[ Well, she knows why Mom gets her lineface when Dad tosses her that grin.
( Renae never gets that look. Ever. )
Following suit and flopping down now into one of the seats -- and then grabbing a cushion to set on her lap so that she can worry it with the tips of her fingers. ]
[ Yeah, that's a pitiful whine that sounds more suited to a tiny animal rather than a girl who looks like she's in her mid-twenties thirtieth birthday, what's that? ]
[ And because being stubborn about this has never worked -- and she really has missed you, you old dog you -- she's coming over to flop pitifully against your shoulder.
And then turn her face into your shirt because yeah, she'll play the affectionate route instead. No winning an argument with you. ]
I will come home more often now, I promise.
[ The defendant pleads guilty, your honor. We await your decision. ]
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I ♥ you regardless.
Just one drink. Giving you anymore would be like rewarding you for your bad behavior.
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Still latched on. Because she has, actually missed this. ]
It's not bad behavior if I'm out there helping people. [ A beat, and then, more contritely: ] But okay, I know you worry.
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[Serious time, kid.]
But we can discuss more of that once you've got your drink. C'mon.
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Before you give me the sermon that's due remember please that I love you very, very, very, very much?
[ The sadface is never going to work but it's always worth a shot? ]
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[Sorry, girl. You KNOW where you got some of your habits from.]
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But-- ]
Okay.
[ Why does this feel like that time she nearly crashed his car? ]
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[Have a wolfish grin, second woman in his life, as he leads you both over to one of his Usual Tables.
You know this table well, Margaret Montelibano-Profaci. It's the table he always uses when it's Dad Talk Time.]
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( Renae never gets that look. Ever. )
Following suit and flopping down now into one of the seats -- and then grabbing a cushion to set on her lap so that she can worry it with the tips of her fingers. ]
I want lawful representation.
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[You forget, at times, that your father got a law degree.
He is enjoying this. So much.]
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Dad, come on.
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Outside of the terrible amount of amusement that is building up in him, Cen is keeping a perfectly straight face.]
Is that all you've got? You seemed ready to rise to your own defense back there.
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And then turn her face into your shirt because yeah, she'll play the affectionate route instead. No winning an argument with you. ]
I will come home more often now, I promise.
[ The defendant pleads guilty, your honor. We await your decision. ]
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[He's still looking down at you, because he's so totally used to how you play things.
(But yes, he has missed you too.)]
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Every four months?
[ Beaming up now. Hey. Next to zero ( unless forced ) over the last three years? That's a pretty sweet deal, Mr. Profaci. ]
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[It's not nearly as sweet sounding to him as it is to you, love.]
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Three.
[ Take it. TAKE EEEEET. ]
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[N o p e.]
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Dad.
[ She refuses to accept defeat. ]
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Have this look.
:D
Yep.]