07-25-2018, 06:55 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]A few people had approached him; creatures of different sizes and ages. It was interesting that Jacob lived in such a diverse community; Vito hadn't exactly had that chance when he was growing up. It had just been him and his siblings, and when he had made it to America? He associated himself with a certain "crowd". It was a crowd that he didn't wish for Jacob to grow up in, at least not when he was so young. That was precisely the reason why he had left Jacob with someone else to raise him.
The Italian Wolf eyed the little one who had spoken, and he replied, "Hello," A hint of a smile appeared on his lips, but very briefly. Vito liked children, though he wasn't a huge smiler unless he was around family and friends. For now, he was remaining dignified. "I am looking for my son. Er, his name is..." He had trailed off, upon seeing a familiar figure appear in front of him. That was when his soft smile tugged onto the corners of his maw, especially when he spoke in his mother tongue to him. It wasn't all necessary; Vito spoke just as good in English as he did in Italian, but it was still nice to see that Jacob was connected to his roots. Nothing else mattered in those moments, not the people around them or the fact that Jacob was wrapped in bandages. "Ovviamente[sup]1[/sup]." Vito rumbled in response, accepting Jacob's hug and pulling him close.
He stepped back, however, and resumed looking him over instinctually. He had mentioned being caught up in a fire, and he had obviously suffered some burns from the incident. Vito, concerned, furrowed his brows and murmured, "Jacob, you did not tell me that it was-" ...this bad. He was cut off as Jacob introduced him to everyone. It was delightful to see how his son had surrounded himself with such a familial-like crowd. It was more than what Vito would have wanted for him; people that loved him and would protect him. The canine eyed the young one who had first greeted him, apparently named "Golden Luxury" (he didn't understand the concept of clan names). With a nod of his head, Vito replied warmly, "It's a pleasure, Goldie." He was unaware that this was the daughter of the man that Jacob was marrying.
Speaking of which, the captain himself had arrived. Not that he knew this, of course. Jacob had only detailed his name in the letter (thankfully, he couldn't say that he recognized it). The male had stepped forward, his cigarette-mixed scent swirling about the atmosphere. Vito didn't mind; he was a smoker himself, though he hadn't lit up in a few days due to his busy travels. His gaze met Pincher's, and he was quick to observe him, as he did with everyone that he met. Calm, collected, and a gentleman, it seemed. So, this was the man that Jacob was marrying. While Vito grew up in a more traditionalist environment when it came to relationships and marriage, he found that his son's sexuality was his least concern. What he did care about was his safety, so as long as his partner could protect him, it was alright in his eyes. "It is nice to finally meet you." Vito told the captain with a dip of his head.
Two others had arrived, totaling the crowd at seven. This was already turning out to be a large group, he thought to himself. Perhaps Vito was used to the smaller crew that he associated with. Towards Sylvina and Junior, the Sicilian spoke, "Ciau[sup]2[/sup]." His gaze didn't linger on them long, though. It was Jacob and Pincher that he was interested in. Vito looked to the leader once more, and he spoke, "Jacob did not mention you were a captain. How long have you been a captain for?" Call it casual conversation and small-talk, but he just wanted to get to know his er, future son-in-law.
1. Of course
2. Hello
The Italian Wolf eyed the little one who had spoken, and he replied, "Hello," A hint of a smile appeared on his lips, but very briefly. Vito liked children, though he wasn't a huge smiler unless he was around family and friends. For now, he was remaining dignified. "I am looking for my son. Er, his name is..." He had trailed off, upon seeing a familiar figure appear in front of him. That was when his soft smile tugged onto the corners of his maw, especially when he spoke in his mother tongue to him. It wasn't all necessary; Vito spoke just as good in English as he did in Italian, but it was still nice to see that Jacob was connected to his roots. Nothing else mattered in those moments, not the people around them or the fact that Jacob was wrapped in bandages. "Ovviamente[sup]1[/sup]." Vito rumbled in response, accepting Jacob's hug and pulling him close.
He stepped back, however, and resumed looking him over instinctually. He had mentioned being caught up in a fire, and he had obviously suffered some burns from the incident. Vito, concerned, furrowed his brows and murmured, "Jacob, you did not tell me that it was-" ...this bad. He was cut off as Jacob introduced him to everyone. It was delightful to see how his son had surrounded himself with such a familial-like crowd. It was more than what Vito would have wanted for him; people that loved him and would protect him. The canine eyed the young one who had first greeted him, apparently named "Golden Luxury" (he didn't understand the concept of clan names). With a nod of his head, Vito replied warmly, "It's a pleasure, Goldie." He was unaware that this was the daughter of the man that Jacob was marrying.
Speaking of which, the captain himself had arrived. Not that he knew this, of course. Jacob had only detailed his name in the letter (thankfully, he couldn't say that he recognized it). The male had stepped forward, his cigarette-mixed scent swirling about the atmosphere. Vito didn't mind; he was a smoker himself, though he hadn't lit up in a few days due to his busy travels. His gaze met Pincher's, and he was quick to observe him, as he did with everyone that he met. Calm, collected, and a gentleman, it seemed. So, this was the man that Jacob was marrying. While Vito grew up in a more traditionalist environment when it came to relationships and marriage, he found that his son's sexuality was his least concern. What he did care about was his safety, so as long as his partner could protect him, it was alright in his eyes. "It is nice to finally meet you." Vito told the captain with a dip of his head.
Two others had arrived, totaling the crowd at seven. This was already turning out to be a large group, he thought to himself. Perhaps Vito was used to the smaller crew that he associated with. Towards Sylvina and Junior, the Sicilian spoke, "Ciau[sup]2[/sup]." His gaze didn't linger on them long, though. It was Jacob and Pincher that he was interested in. Vito looked to the leader once more, and he spoke, "Jacob did not mention you were a captain. How long have you been a captain for?" Call it casual conversation and small-talk, but he just wanted to get to know his er, future son-in-law.
1. Of course
2. Hello
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CUPID HIT ME, CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION
I WONDER IF YOU LOOK BOTH WAYS WHEN YOU CROSS MY MIND.
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