[ He says it like it's new information, though he's sure that it's not. ]
It was just myself and my dad and I was more than enough work. I can't imagine more than one child.
[ He was a lot of work. A lot of time. A lot of effort. A pretty, soft face picked because appearance matters. The wounds surrounding his own father are long since buried. There was never time to heal or dwell on it, so he just willed it away nearly ten years ago. He was always a difficult child - and he was only one. He imagines his father wouldn't have lived to the age he did if he had more children just as willful and independent as Louis had been growing up. ]
My real stories aren't kid friendly, anyway. They don't need to hear about getting eaten, roving gangs of carnivores, and illegal markets. So the more fantastical, the better. I think my favorite is trading it to a witch for a coat.
[ An amuse lift in his voice as he takes a sip of wine. ]
They're going to think I'm mean when I make them go home. [ That's fine, he doesn't mind having to be when it calls for it. ]
Anything that'd be fun for them to tell other kids, though. I can't say I've met a normal child before, but I'd say they're it.
You know, if I were home - and don't seem too surprised now - I would have been married with a kid or two by now.
[ He places the wine glass to his lips. ]
I know, I know that it's hard to imagine. Here is more the life I saw for myself. Are you sure Leone won't mind if I stay over tonight?
You underestimate them. Those children would sooner clean their rooms than say a single foul word about their Uncle Louis.
[Caesar's already stressed for the day those two wander out of his sight. They're young now-he has an excuse to keep his eye on them like the helicopter parent he never thought he would become, but once they're older-
Well, he's not going to think about it. He simply hopes that Louis is their target and they'll be easy to find should that day arrive.
But this-
This is new information. He would have been married with children of his own and somehow, Caesar can't see the blossoming mafia don living that domestic life.
Louis doesn't seem to miss them in any capacity-strange.]
I never knew you had a beauty waiting for you back home. [A pause, and-] And you're family. He won't care if you stay the night. [He waves a hand in the air, as if he can physically brush off that question.] Don't ask foolish things.
[And Caesar would go on for, what probably is, the 20th rant about Italian family pride Louis has heard, but the wine's more appealing. He swallows his words with a gulp of burning red liquid.]
[ He always has to ask, of course, given his career path. He doesn't want to create issues for anyone who cares for Caesar - his family. It's nice to find a family again, though. He never imagined that he would. He accepts Caesar's answer easily, knowing full well if Caesar says it, it's probably true. He knows it is a strange thought, but it is what it is.
He thinks about her back at home and then he shrugs. He shrugs because it is unreal sometimes to think about how different his life would be if he had been there.
Running a legitimate company with a wife and children - heirs, really. Ten years down the line, this would be all there is to it. ]
Ah - she's a red deer like me, but you might be able to guess that. She has a good heart. She's very... forward, a person, I guess. We were going to be married pretty soon, but then I returned here. We were already talking about kids.
[ He considers the other. ]
I don't think that life as for me. I wouldn't have been a very good husband or parent. I like being on my own. So I don't know if I want to return back to that life. Of course, I'll forget it all if that ever happens, anyway. So maybe I'd be fine with it there.
Who can say what that Louis would say. He and I are pretty different. I have a lot more -- crime under my belt.
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[ He says it like it's new information, though he's sure that it's not. ]
It was just myself and my dad and I was more than enough work. I can't imagine more than one child.
[ He was a lot of work. A lot of time. A lot of effort. A pretty, soft face picked because appearance matters. The wounds surrounding his own father are long since buried. There was never time to heal or dwell on it, so he just willed it away nearly ten years ago. He was always a difficult child - and he was only one. He imagines his father wouldn't have lived to the age he did if he had more children just as willful and independent as Louis had been growing up. ]
My real stories aren't kid friendly, anyway. They don't need to hear about getting eaten, roving gangs of carnivores, and illegal markets. So the more fantastical, the better. I think my favorite is trading it to a witch for a coat.
[ An amuse lift in his voice as he takes a sip of wine. ]
They're going to think I'm mean when I make them go home. [ That's fine, he doesn't mind having to be when it calls for it. ]
Anything that'd be fun for them to tell other kids, though. I can't say I've met a normal child before, but I'd say they're it.
You know, if I were home - and don't seem too surprised now - I would have been married with a kid or two by now.
[ He places the wine glass to his lips. ]
I know, I know that it's hard to imagine. Here is more the life I saw for myself. Are you sure Leone won't mind if I stay over tonight?
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[Caesar's already stressed for the day those two wander out of his sight. They're young now-he has an excuse to keep his eye on them like the helicopter parent he never thought he would become, but once they're older-
Well, he's not going to think about it. He simply hopes that Louis is their target and they'll be easy to find should that day arrive.
But this-
This is new information. He would have been married with children of his own and somehow, Caesar can't see the blossoming mafia don living that domestic life.
Louis doesn't seem to miss them in any capacity-strange.]
I never knew you had a beauty waiting for you back home. [A pause, and-] And you're family. He won't care if you stay the night. [He waves a hand in the air, as if he can physically brush off that question.] Don't ask foolish things.
[And Caesar would go on for, what probably is, the 20th rant about Italian family pride Louis has heard, but the wine's more appealing. He swallows his words with a gulp of burning red liquid.]
Tell me more about them.
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He thinks about her back at home and then he shrugs. He shrugs because it is unreal sometimes to think about how different his life would be if he had been there.
Running a legitimate company with a wife and children - heirs, really. Ten years down the line, this would be all there is to it. ]
Ah - she's a red deer like me, but you might be able to guess that. She has a good heart. She's very... forward, a person, I guess. We were going to be married pretty soon, but then I returned here. We were already talking about kids.
[ He considers the other. ]
I don't think that life as for me. I wouldn't have been a very good husband or parent. I like being on my own. So I don't know if I want to return back to that life. Of course, I'll forget it all if that ever happens, anyway. So maybe I'd be fine with it there.
Who can say what that Louis would say. He and I are pretty different. I have a lot more -- crime under my belt.
[ Should he say it like that? ]
What would you tell the you at home?