Family Reunion (Closed for Neniadellafine)

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It was an unassuming building, a quaint little shop front with an apartment atop it.  It looked like many in the city, nothing to put it out of the ordinary.  Without someone telling him he would have never guessed his son had taken up resident seen here.  He went around to the fire escape and looked up, fear welling up inside him.  What was Vincent going to think?  Was he even going to want to see him? Talk to him?  

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he put his hand on the rail.  He needed to do this, even if Vincent told him to leave and never came back, at least he tried. Ironic that Chaos would be the one encouraging the elder Valentine to go through with this.  He began to climb the old rusty stairs, his heavy boots making the old metal creak.  

He froze at the door, his mouth going dry, he was having a hard time lifting his hand to knock on the old door.  He closed his eyes, taking a long deep breath. His hand raised slowly, knocking on the door lightly as he was warned to.  He paused and waited, his ruby eyes locked on the door, a million throughts running through his head.  What did his son even look like now?  Would he even remember his own father’s face? 

     _{The barest hint of a smile flickers about his lips as he looks down at his son.  After nearly kicking Chaos out of the door [for not only the baby had to eat], he has been left with the children of the household.  Harmony and Lampent can be trusted with the baby Cubchoo, and the others will keep themselves occupied somehow.  Relative quiet is coming from downstairs, and so he thinks it safe to be with…A r l e s.
     The big, r e d eyes of the little one sparkle up at him as he babbles.  Something about how Pa’s hair looks pwetty; can I hold it?  Catching the little hand with a bare finger, he shakes his head.  “No, I would like my hair not to be tugged on this evening."  A distinct pout causes him to poke a chubby cheek lightly and a giggle spills from the wiggling form.  "How about reading a bit more about Miss Alice and her odd friends?”
     Happy gurgles resound, but are quickly hushed by the back of a clawed finger pressing against wet lips.  A golden arm curls around his son and holds him close while his other reaches for the Cerberus on the bedside table.  There are footsteps outside; someone is…waiting at the door.  Warily, fingers wrap around the hilt of his faithful dog, and he says dully, “…Most guests knock; I advise you do the same.”}

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