@undeadasshcle has a schedule of his own.

he should be getting ready for mario and sofia's visit. he should be wearing the fancy suit falcone got fitted for him weeks ago. instead, he's still in his lounging clothes and has music blaring far too loud. dancing around his room, using his trusty box cutter as a makeshift microphone. never liked mario or sofia anyway.

it's during a spin that he sees falcone standing in his doorway. stopping is out of the question, this is his favourite song. so he gestures for the old man to come join him. ( teenage victor being a menace )

they’re due at the train station soon. if they’re even a minute late, carmine is certain sofia won’t let him hear the end of it. but god forbid she get a taxi with mario. it would simply be asking too much. he sighs, finger pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. his children mean the world to him, truly, he’d do anything for them. but it doesn’t mean they can’t test his patience from time to time. 

“victor? are you ready?” he calls. objectively, victor doesn’t need to come with, but the ride there is much nicer with some company. it would also be nice to have his kids all together.

but instead of a response, when carmine strains to listen, he can hear music from the direction of victor’s room. not the best sign. 

when he gets to the doorway, he raps at it a few times to announce his presence, but the music is much too loud. victor doesn’t seem to notice. his annoyance can’t quite stick when he sees him dancing about his room. the house is much livelier for his presence. he’s different to mario and sofia - carmine isn’t ignorant to the tension between his children, but he hopes it helps them all grow.

finally victor meets his eyes but there’s no shame, no oops, i got caught look. just one hand holding his box cutter, and the other outstretched to carmine. for a moment, he just raises a single eyebrow. they have places to be after all. but then again, one song won’t hurt, right? hell, not even the whole thing. 

“after this song, you’re getting dressed.” he says, voice attempting at stern despite the smile on his face. still he takes the offered hand, lifting it in the air for victor to twirl in a circle. don carmine falcone does not exactly dance. but he can move to the beat, laugh as victor twirls and puts on a show. affection rising warm and full in his chest. moments like these he doesn’t need to be a mafia don, doesn’t need to watch his back, doesn’t need hawk eyes in every corner of an operation. moments like these, he can be a little looser, a little silly. he can enjoy spending time with his son. 

and if sofia is in a huff because they’re a few minutes late, he’s fairly certain she’ll be just fine. 

|| tag dump; relationships.