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            ❛ ….anyway, I’m still around if you need an actual good lawyer. ❜

       ❝ ...who even are you ? ❝

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[ txt ] hey is there like [ txt ] anything in the law that says a sibling can or can't be someone's best man? [ txt ] asking for a friend

      contact : aurelio !

[ txt ] of course not, that’s not written in the law :P[ txt ] you’ve got more groomsmen to pick anyway so you’ll have to ask a bunch of people anyway~

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     contact : yasuo??? dad??? how do i name you????

[ txt ] oh then, merry christmas :D [ txt ] i also celebrate for the sake of it [ txt ] well [ txt ] i wouldn’t [ txt ] mind [ txt: two minutes later ] try your cooking [ txt ] i mean if it’s okay with you!

      contact ; aurelio !

[ txt ] yes!! and to you, of course! :3 [ txt ] cool! that works for me! [ txt ] i actually like cooking so no worries c: [ txt ] anything you don’t eat or allergies?

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[ txt ] do you celebrate christmas? [ txt ] i wanted to text you merry christmas but i wasn't sure if you celebrate it so... orz [ txt ] happy holidays? [ txt: five minutes later ] oh do you want to meet tomorrow? [ txt ] so we could [ txt ] bond?

      contact : aurelio !

[ txt ] i do![ txt ] mostly for the sake of celebrating :P[ txt ] and to you, too!![ txt ] i’d love to! you can come over if you want and i could cook?[ txt ] or we could go for coffee?? i’m pretty much good with anything :D

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             ❛ It’s a punch, it’s not like he killed a guy. A punch shouldn’t be illegal if the other person did something to deserve it. If it was nothing and uncalled for then sure, give him a fine. It’s still stupid how everything is trying to suppress the need to express some violence. ❜

       ❝ it’s ILLEGAL. people have a right of physical well-being. you know, mortals don’t actually heal as quickly as we do and their days are kind of limited, it makes sense they’d value their well-being. come one, mark, we’re talking about kids here. ❝

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              ❛ Human nature? Look, I’m not sayin’ people should go around punching people for no damn reason but a punch in the face is hardly worth everyone losing their shit. The punchee probably did something to deserve it. ❜

       ❝ not okay. that’s what words are for. you do get that i’m an attorney, right? nobody’s losing their shit but violence is still kind of illegal. nobody deserves a broken nose over nothing. ❝

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          He wasn’t falling apart, he wasn’t trying to keep hold of himself at the seams, the breakdown didn’t come with a whirlwind of anguish and torment they usually did. He felt relieved almost, very confused and uncertain but there was some sort of a freeing feeling that swept over him. He had accepted his position in his parents life long ago, been at peace with it for a while now, at least regarding his absence and her hate. But this was closure, one he needed and one he had wanted for years now. And it was a way to move forward with his life, leave another chunk of his life behind and move on from the trauma and insecurities that still plagued his life from time to time. He wasn’t sure if he’ll ever fully recover, but this was getting him close. 

             But he didn’t want to cry in front of him. It would be a lot easier on him if he could do this in the comfort of his own home, under layers of warm blankets and something he could grip and hold close to himself. Quiet whimpers escaped through his tightly sealed lips and a hand soon went to cover them, shoulders held square to stop the from shaking. He will deal with this later, not now, absolutely not now. His saving grace came in a form of a packet of tissues he gripped all too happily, squeezing the object in his hand, nails biting hard into the plastic but the pressure help with getting his control back. He needed a moment or two to calm down, visibly at least, though he kept his head down as he wiped the last remaining tears away.  ❛ You… don’t know me at all. I could be a horrible person– I don’t… i mean parental love is just like any other, isn’t it? I’m sorry I just… I can’t wrap my head around the idea that you’d care for me the same way you do for Rue without knowing what kind of a man I am or what I do or– or anything, really. It’s her fault but– God, you’re so different. How did you two even share a conversation, you’re nothing alike. ❜

      it took all his restraint not to try and wrap his arms around the other in comfort. it was TRUE that it made little sense, that parental love was so terribly strong for him, perhaps more so than with most. there was not a single question in the matter, he wanted to keep leo around at all costs and he did not only CLAIM to love him, he certainly FELT it, felt how much his chest seemed to clench at the accusations and harsh words, that he was MOVED when he cried and so very glad that they seemed to get somewhere. he was being entirely sincere and he hoped aurelio would believe that, too. he was a part of his life that he wanted to KEEP for the rest of time.

      he could cry. in fact, he thought it was progress, quick, perhaps, but progress nevertheless. he knew so little about him but that could change. what he saw was already reassuring, that he was in one piece, that he looked fairly healthy, that he had the courage and will to find and talk to him. it was good. it was relieving. deeming it acceptable now, he sat down in front of him, a soft smile slowly forming on his features, there for comfort, above all else. ❝ nah, ❝ he simply countered, hand waving a little. ❝ if ruriko sent you here, chances are she likes you. and--- horrible people don’t worry about stuff like this. ❝ head tilted a little, lips pursed. ❝ i told you. just LOOK at you--- to think that i put someone in this world who can cry and just live is reason enough. god, you look HEALTHY and how handsome you grew to be---- i’m PROUD. ❝ a pause, smile faltering a little, head hanging, throat cleared. ❝ ---ah, a LOT of alcohol was involved. ❝ ---enough to have him actually REGRET one of his flings to a degree-- not entirely, evidently, since it at least seemed to bring forth ONE bright thing.

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               He was prepared for everything but what Yasuo gave him in the end. He expected a fight, to be thrown out again, disappointment, maybe an agreement that they would still see each other or avoid each other. Not acceptance, not immediate anyway and certainly not unconditional. It had him recoiling at first, blinking at Yasuo and wondering if he was dreaming perhaps because it all sounded so fantastical and easy. He stared, for a passing moment he could simply stare and wonder if he was naive and gullible enough to believe him, that there was no other reason for him to want him in his life but him sharing the same blood, that he would not have to work himself to tears proving he was worth being his son, that it was given to him. So easily. 

                                                             she was wrong wrong wrong.

                 ❛  –you…❜ he trailed off, uncertain what he could say to that, voice cracking slightly under pressure and he felt himself shaking. He shouldn’t believe him, he really, really, shouldn’t. There had to be some sort of motif, agenda, something that would make him say that, make him want him as his child. How did it all turn into him needing to want to accept Yasuo when he was certain it would have to be the other way around?  ❛ You… You’re. H-How…? Is it really enough? That I’m just your son, is that all it takes? It– It can’t be. You– she never could. I always had to prove– and even then… you’re so opposite– god I’m sorry, I–  ❜ He could feel tears streaming down his cheeks, ones he fought to keep inside but couldn’t really. His lips pressed together angrily, hands coming to swipe the streams off his cheeks and they pressed against his eyes, head ducked down.  ❛ How is this so easy? ❜

      he had hated that he could not take him in before, just because he WISHED he had his children with him, but the more he allowed yasuo peeks into his life, the more he came to understand what he saw in a parent and why he had made him feel so god-damn awful to begin with. it made sense, even considering what he remembered of that devilish woman. he was taken aback when leo reacted so strongly, even at the pause, the visible confusion. they stood at opposite ends; it was absolutely GIVEN for yasuo that he loved him and FOREIGN that it came naturally to yasuo for leo. he was uncertain whether he wanted to continue being mad at himself or at that woman-- maybe both.

      it overwhelmed him a little, lips parting as though he wanted to interrupt him, ask if he was fine since he could SEE him becoming more and more of a mess, but closed his mouth a moment later again. in fact, he remained silent altogether, until he decided that the distance was uncomfortable to him, or the fact that there was no comfort offered to the other at the very least did. he grabbed some tissues from his desk, got up and moved over, squatting down far away enough to leave him space, close enough to offer the pack to him. ❝ i’m part of the reason you’re alive, ❝ he began, softly, brows raising to emphasise his words. ❝ i’m partly responsible for all the good things and the bad things--- and you’re a part of me. i don’t ah... know you very well, but there’s absolutely nothing that would make me think less of you. i mean, why would i? i’m supposed to love you and i do. ❝

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        He did want to leave. He twitched in his seat, half temped to stand up, turn around and storm out of his office in as big of a hurricane as he arrived but that thought, that action was beyond childish and cruel. He already felt like an ; speaking his mind and dumping on him the demons that plagued him from his childhood – it didn’t seem fair at all for him to just accuse him of one thing after another without taking any of the blame himself. Though he couldn’t help but feel like Yasuo was giving in just a little too quickly, accepting the fate that maybe Aurelio just couldn’t view him in the parental light as easily as Ruriko, offering him an out when he would have rather seen him try to explain; try to keep Aurelio there. It was stupid, selfishly immature thought and Aurelio grumbled at himself for entertaining it in the first place. 

                                      he really wasn’t being fair. 

              Aurelio sighed, looked up at the ceiling and grabbed his ankles, swaying back and forth in his seat, a thoughtful expression adorning his features.  ❛ That wouldn’t be right, would it? Coming here, accusing you of all these things and then just leaving. What kind of a selfish monster would I be? I wanted to see what kind of a person you are. And you seem kind. Warm.I want to get to know you better. ❜ He shrugged and finally managing to look the other in the eyes, expression tired but sober.  ❛ It doesn’t seem fair to just give up so easily either. We’re immortal, we’re going to be around for a very long time and if I’m going to have Ruriko in my life as my sister it only seems fair I make some effort to have you, too. It might be hard as hell but nothing’s ever going to get accomplished if I leave now and avoid you later. Relationships need to be built, even familial ones and what are we going to have if we just bump into each other every other century or so. Anyway, it needs to be two sided. I’ll understand if you’d rather just keep your distance, there’s no point in forcing anything. ❜

      he WANTED them in his life, both of them. he had held the illusion that he would outlive his children, save himself the pain because he held them so dearly but this was something else entirely. they might need him but he needed them and he would give just about anything to make them feel loved, to stay one constant in their lives and a source of warmth rather than pain. that was why he felt so odd being confronted by leo; he was not certain he could let him be that to him and yasuo would rather pain himself through avoiding him than do more harm.

       ❝ you CAN’T do wrong by me, ❝ he countered rather loosely. it was up to LEO, in his eyes. it did not ONCE cross his mind that he might think yasuo would want anything but to keep contact. it seemed so obvious to him, so natural that he would want him in his life. it was GOOD to hear that he wanted to make an effort, but it all sounded like he was treating it as a chore. ❝ i don’t WANT to keep my distance, i don’t want you to YOU to think you owe me anything you don’t want, either. ❝ it was perfectly understandable if he did not want this. they could part on good terms without making any effort and while he could feel his heart clenching at the thought of his SON so close and yet so far, it was a kind of suffering he accepted to be appropriate. ❝ ---aurelio, i WANT to be your father. of course i do, but you don’t HAVE to accept me. i want to be a part of your life, but not because it would be awkward otherwise or because of ruriko. i want to just because you’re... my son. ❝

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         He was a mess. A broken, anxious mess and it showed in that moment very well. More than his panic attacks or his breakdowns, this crucial moment showed just how much more mending he needed. He could hardly look him in the eye or look at him at all without feeling an overwhelming amount of guilt and anger washing through him, making him wish he was home, safe under the heavy duvet with Mars’ weight on his feet, away from this chaos, this confrontation that he brought on himself. It was part of adulthood, he figured, but it was nowhere near easy. As Yasuo sat down, Leo leaned back, head hung to his chest and his eyes trained on his fingers, on the ring slowly rotating around one. He sighed heavily, his frustrations nowhere near disappearing with his words despite him knowing it was incredibly childish  to still hold resentment even after knowing his circumstances. 

               ❛ Yeah, I know. Rue said your living conditions weren’t that great. It still hurt though. It still does. That you knew and– not even a letter? I would have accepted a dry leaf with glee. It– It would have been nice to know someone in the world cared. ❜ He sniffed, feeling old pain well up in his eyes and he quickly blinked the tears away. He wanted to argue that what he did to Ruriko wasn’t fair either, that leaving a child to the world like that was cruel and irresponsible but it wasn’t his argument to make. this was something between them. He wouldn’t have forgiven him in her shoes.  ❛ She didn’ make me hate you. She never spoke of you. Ever. I tried asking her once and it– I only ever knew you were Japanese because my aunt told me. I didn’t even know your name until now. How fucked up is that? to grow up thinking neither of your parents wanted you. I’m not– I’m not trying to make you feel bad or get back at you or something. I’m just. Frustrated. And I started talking and now I can’t stop. I want this over with. ❜

      oh, he understood VERY WELL how he felt, wanting this to be over with. would he have to live the rest of his life knowing one of his children would NEVER come to love him when it came so EASILY to him? of course he loved aurelio, without having seen him before, without knowing anything else about him, even if he chose to push him away altogether and never see again, he did LOVE him. he could not have predicted that that woman would make him think he was unwanted altogether. certainly, he knew that she wanted him to take aurelio instead, but in his naive state of mind he had assumed it would die down and lived thinking parents ultimately fell victim to nature and cared for their children no matter what. he had not sent letter because it seemed cruel, for one, not to be there but to keep contact, and because he had had no desire to keep in touch with that devil of a woman, making his life that much HARDER because of something they had BOTH responsibility of.        aurelio was BEYOND grown up and yasuo was in no mind not to treat him as the such. he wanted to argue that he had NO reason to find him now and it made NO sense to seek him ought only to tell him things he already knew. he wanted to tell him he was wasting his time, this would not help him mend and if he did not accept what he had to say, if nothing CHANGED because he was going to keep his past and continue to let something that is no longer harmful to him still hurt him, that his parents who had NO influence in his life anymore WHATSOEVER still directed it so negatively, then this would not make a difference either. HE was being cruel. yasuo could not judge his character, because the torment he relived likely clouded it--- but so far he seemed COLDER than ruriko. ❝ ---you can LEAVE. i’m not keeping you here, ❝ he offered, softly. ❝ ruriko doesn’t have to see me, either. both of you are important to me--- i wish this was different but i don’t want to... to keep harming any of you. ❝

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           He deflated once he stopped talking, suddenly feeling very small and very tired, almost like a child. He was glad at least he was spared the panic, the wave of disappointment and anger that overcame him the day Ruriko had told him but he wasn’t really sure how to deal with the lost, numbing feeling that slowly crept over him. If before he felt scared and anxious, bitterness, loneliness and deeply rooted abandonment seemed to rear their ugly heads, feelings he had left behind so long ago he had forgotten how void they made him feel. His fingers slipped out of his hair, slowly dropped back by his sides and he stared at his hands for a moment or two, a beat of silence between Yasuo’s words. 

                  ❛ You can’t lose what you never had in the first place. ❜ The words that were previously rushed and stumbling now left him with a clear, albeit quiet voice and he grimaced at how cruel and harsh they sounded. He was angry, rightfully so, but he had no right to take it out on him like that. slowly, he lowered himself to the ground, sitting cross legged before him because he feared his knees would have given up on him anyway.  ❛ I never– looked for you. I wanted to, when I was younger. I hoped you’d come and get me from that place but as I grew I came to realise that it was pointless anyway. And when I started living on my own I forgot all about you – why… why waste my time pining over someone that didn’t care for you in the first place? I thought, if you ever wanted to meet me, you’d have found me on your own or contact me somehow. ❜ A shrug, head turned to the side to avoid his gaze, the topic that seemed to leave his lips so easily heavy and hard, words he had not spoken aloud to anyone before.  ❛ Rue found me. By chance, that too. Why should it have been my responsibility to look for you anyway? I never asked to be your child. ❜

      it was NOT easy to hurt him. he pushed most things away, gently and without meaning harm, fully aware that time was as cruel a mistress as fate, and it had kept him from being confronted by matters that could pass by and have a direct jab at his chest. even ruriko, whom he loved DEARLY, was pushed away to an extend. he had figured that he would STOP being a father once she moved on, once she was grown herself, especially since he had always thought she could accomplish many things without him to back her up. she was STRONG and independent, she did not need him--- but he knew he needed her, that the longer he refused to let her go the more difficult it would have been. he did NOT have ANY family left, after all--- and so he went and ripped off the bandaid in one swift motion.

      his words stung. he adored the idea of having children but the more aurelio talked the more he began to realise how crippling the thought of being HATED by one of them seemed. he was angry. rightfully so. he had EVERY right to take it out on him like that. when he sat, yasuo paused, let him speak without even considering to respond right away, instead soon sitting on the ground as well, uncomfortable with the thought of towering over him when everything within him quietly suggested he bowed his head and apologised deeply and dearly. perhaps someone else should have been his father. his head hung, the day feeling like an exhausting layer of filth suddenly, something he needed to wash off for hours once he would return to his flat. ❝ i did care. i do. i couldn’t take you, i have WANTED to. ❝ simple words, the simplest answer without seeming as though he was wildly trying to justify what he did. ❝ i haven’t seen ruriko since she turned eighteen, i let her go and didn’t talk to her again because--- she didn’t need me. the way your mother pushed me... i figured she would make you hate me either way. there was no reason for me to force myself into your life if that was the case. ❝

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           Leo noticed the moment realisation hit the other, disbelief painting the taller’s features and he felt himself reclining, hands lying into his hair, fingers burrowing deeply into messy, dark strands. Of course he would be shocked, he didn’t expect anything else and the fact that he immediately recognised his name told Aurelio he had at least thought of him in the past decades, that he wasn’t completely tossed aside as just another product of a one night stand that had been a mistake in its entirety already. It didn’t make him feel that much better though, his step picking up, scattered thoughts flying through his mind at a speed so high it made it difficult to grasp one. At least he wouldn’t have to explain too much. He should have taken a day or two to come to term with this instead of rushing into his office at the first burst of courage; maybe he should have talked to Valentine about this, ask for his opinion and help how to deal with something like this – he was sure he would have been able to face this issue a lot better than he could. 

              A shaky breath was taken, an attempt to breathe that didn’t last too long.  ❛ Breathe. Yeah. I’ve been trying to do that since I found out you’re, you know, alive and– like this? I’m sorry I just suddenly appeared like this but was thee any other way to deal with this than just knocking on your door and going ‘hi, I’m your son’? I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen and I’ve pretty much came to terms that I have no family left anywhere but then suddenly Rue showed up and I had a sister? i didn’t even know of? And now you. Here. Immortal. Jesus– it’s– such a mess! I feel like I’m in a comedy and there’s a laugh track behind because all of this is so hilarious in hindsight that I kind of want to laugh along with but I also kind of want to just forget about it altogether because it’s a lot easier than dealing with it. I shouldn’t have come here, this was a mistake. ❜

      he could completely understand why the other had been nervous now. there were many things in his life that he regretted, looking back now, but CHILDREN would not be one of them. not the two of them themselves, maybe how he handled things, that he removed himself from ruriko so quickly, something he always thought to be harder on him than her, and that he could not have taken in aurelio. he would have LOVED to, the idea of having a son and a daughter seeming wonderfully peaceful and heart-warming, especially if they could have grown up together--- but he had not known that they could be like him and assumed they would DIE if he were to try and get them through with what little he had had at the time. leaving him with someone else who could keep him alive seemed so much kinder at the time, even though the decision had not come easy. would he have taken him in had he known he could not die? perhaps. starvation was a cruel death, he knew that much himself. 

      this was all so IMPORTANT, though. it meant that ruriko was still alive, too, perhaps in the same way aurelio was, perhaps as an old woman whom he could meet again now because mortals in their old age tended to be so much wiser than THEY were. ❝ aurelio, ❝ he began, shortly after the other had come to stop talking. ❝ this--- it’s fine, i’m... happy i get to meet you, i thought i would just... lose you altogether. ❝ a short pause--- perhaps that was a little much so early into the conversation. alone since sixteen? it made him grimace for a moment. earlier than ruriko, even. he felt FOOLISH for his decisions, suddenly, too careful to the point that he lost all care altogether. ❝ there’s nothing to be sorry about, i’m just.... i didn’t think you would still try to find me. you’re, what, in your--- sixties? i thought you would’ve--- you know, found me already if you wanted to. ❝

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             Relieved to see him standing up once more, the singer took a deep breath, intent on maintaining eye contact this time. It was a goal that would be quickly shattered but for a while it was a little easier to look him in the eye and pretend there was nothing more on his mind than copyright information. He simply shrugged at his question, certain that him voicing his discomfort would only bring more questions he wasn’t prepared to answer, though he quickly glanced aside when the next one reached him. It was rather transparent that his intent had been different than what he claimed and he found himself unable to stand still anymore. He began shuffling nervously, the fingers still in his hair tugging non too gently onto it.  ❛ Ah… um. It was obvious, right? ❜ He sighed, his feet moving with their own mind pacing the length of his office with quick, long steps.  ❛ I’m. I’m not really sure where I’d begin? I just wanted to see what kind of a person you are, really. I don’t– well. I don’t think I should have just barged in like this? What I’m doing now? ❜ His thoughts poured out of his mouth without a filter, every word that popped up spilling out in a fast spoken and scattered speech that seemed to only make him more nervous as it went.  ❛ Honestly I’m not really sure what I’m doing, I should have thought this trough. Name maybe? Would that help? Ah. I’m– um. I’m. shit… I’m Aurelio. S-Sassi. If– If that means anything to you. O-Or not. I’m honestly so scared right now, hah. ❜

      for a few moments he had hoped that the initial discomfort would vanish more easily and that they could get to the bottom of whatever was plaguing him a little quicker, though once he began moving and talking, yasuo found himself giving a soft sigh. the anxious kind, he thought to himself, arms soon folding before his chest, eyes following the other’s form and LISTENING carefully. that care was what at least made the sinking feeling in his chest well up SLOWLY rather than hitting him all at once when his name came up. his muscles were quick to relax out of disbelief and mild shock, facial expression giving away the first, arms unfolding and dropping to his sides. it took him a few moments, a few heartbeats that echoed in his ears now that he allowed a moment of silence and now that it struck him how the YEARS of knowing he had a son had still somehow not been enough to prepare for something like this. the way he had made SURE he would not leave ruriko to slip his grasp, to raise her because she was his, had been absolutely mandatory. HE had not necessarily been different--- but yasuo had not had the means to keep two children alive back then and it had been DIFFICULT to tell that devil of a woman to get lost over and over. it had made sense to him that the child would NEVER look for a father whom he had never met, and the thought had settled too tightly in his mind, shattering perhaps a little more violently than he would have expected now. ❝ i---- know who you are, ❝ he responded gently after a while, though anything bearing more meaning refused to form in his head for the moment. an apology sat on the tip of his tongue, but it felt too vulnerable to offer it at the time. a drawn sigh, perhaps a little shaky, left him, then. ❝ this--- i’m--- ah. there’s no reason to be--- scared. let’s just--- breathe? for a second? ‘cause i feel like i might need that. ❝

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           He was taken aback once the other crouched before him, leaning back and blinking confusingly at the man. He really did make him feel like a child that got caught doing something prohibited though it brought some strange, mixed feelings. His mother never attempted to lower herself to his level, always looking at him from above, higher, better, mightier. This was something entirely different but he couldn’t help but associate it with her and it made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. He took a step back, hand coming to the back of his neck again to mess up his hair, though he seemed to relax a bit, square shoulders falling down and an easier breath taken. He wasn’t like her at all. ❛ Isn’t that one and the same? What’s the difference?  ❜ He muttered, head raised to meet his eyes though his face scrunched up.  ❛ Could you stand up maybe? It feels like– well you’re making me feel like a child and it’s a really odd feeling. ❜

      it was a victory to make him glance up but at the same time, it felt odd to have something habitual commented upon. he was aware that at times, his attitude seemed patronising and belittling, mostly because it seemed so very much in his nature, but it never came with ill intend. this time in particular, his actions had been driven but nothing but a search for comfort for the other. his request had him standing up straight once more, a soft shrug given, along with a click of his tongue. ❝ got you to look up at least, so it can’t have been all that bad, huh? ❝  a light chime, a return of a more daring, though perhaps also a little self-satisfied smirk. his shirt was straightened, a low hum given in thought for just a moment. ❝ a lawyer’s mostly around for legal advice and all that--- attorneys plead for you in court, especially when you’re the one getting sued. i’m guessing being curious about copyright laws isn’t exactly why you came, though? ❝

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            He looked intimidating for a moment, towering over Aurelio with his height and his hand on his hip, almost parental in his image; though he was certain he simply projected that thought onto him because he knew what he was to him. He wondered how he would have approached him if he met him on the streets if he would easily quip about his height and chat pleasantly without feeling like there was a boulder sitting on his chest, weighing him down and crushing his lungs. He seemed warm, kind at first glance. He was certain he would have little trouble befriending him if only the circumstances were different. 

                 Breathing became a little difficult, but it was still something he could control. Deep breaths were taken often and his gaze dropped to his hands once more. His fingers found the ring around his finger and he twirled it around anxiously, gaze fixed on it.  His feet were heavy and still halt turned to run away but he managed to drag himself past the threshold of his office until he stood in the middle of it, looking confused, lost and completely terrified to be there. More akin to a child that had been caught doing something terribly wrong than an adult meeting his biological father for the first time.  ❛ Um… t-thank you sir. sir? A-Anyway I just have… questions? Um, yeah questions. I’m in a band you see and I’m just sort of… interested? In how copyrighting works?  ❜ He knew he was not being convincing, that the excuses he pulled out of himself were feeble and weak but he didn’t need t know who Aurelio was, right? This all was just to satisfy his own morbid curiosity about the man.

      it was painfully obvious that the other had more on his mind than he was willing to let on. the fact that he did not meet his gaze at all, the way he talked and stood all made it seem as though he was scolding him--- and he did not even know what the kid had done yet. kid. well, most people tended to equal KIDS in his eyes. he wanted to put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him, though it seemed a little much to invade a stranger’s space like that. what he settled with instead was a little--- warmer and quite a bit less serious. a step taken back and he squatted down in front of him, trying to catch his gaze, arms resting on his knees and eyebrows raised. a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do to hold a proper conversation, it seemed. ❝ i think that’s more of a job for a lawyer than an attorney, actually. are you sure you’re fine? you look like you’ve seen a ghost, kid. ❝

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        The moment he knocked he had changed his mind already and he was half ready to turn around and leave when he saw his silhouette approach – and noticed he would have to tilt his head up if he wanted to look him in the eyes at all. His jaw dropped slightly, blinking rather confusedly at the man that was supposedly his father, blurting a quiet  ❛ wow you’re tall, ❜ under his breath. The man was unfamiliar though and as much as he searched his feature to find even a little bit of himself in him, he couldn’t really say there was anything that stood out particularly. 

         He took a step back, face flushed with nervousness and embarrassment and he cleared his throat, fingers twining around each other anxiously. He couldn’t maintain eye contact for very long though. gaze momentarily dropping somewhere to his shoes and he swallowed a dry lump that formed in his throat. So this was his father, the man that his mother hated just as much as she did Leo, the man he knew absolutely nothing about and Leo found himself at a stump. How was he supposed to proceed with this now that he stood here? A hello would be polite but his throat at the moment seemed dry and no matter how many times he cleared it, he still found words stuck in it. He rubbed the back of his neck with his fingers, nails sharply digging at the skin there for a moment, a forced, painful composure,  ❛ H-Hello. I– I heard you do… um– legal stuff? For young adults? ❜

      his hand rested on the door, the other stemmed on his hip, eyes settling on the male before him with mild curiosity. the way he glanced at him and soon cast his gaze away was not unfamiliar, though usually there was a little more shame in the looks he received, something of an unspoken suffering, people having gotten themselves into trouble that they desperately needed someone to drag them out of. this one seemed calmer, more like he was here because of a chore, or something minor--- perhaps merely something that pestered him a little.       a smile curved into a grin, brows raised a little at the remark he was greeted with. ❝ so i’m told, ❝ yasuo mused, barely refraining from folding his arms in a cocky gesture. he did not have the look to him most kids had, besides the fact that he did not really seem to fit the age span, by appearance. something about him seemed familiar, too, though he could not quite put a finger to it. ❝ yeah, though not exclusively--- i just seem to have a speciality. ❝ the smile returned to a warm appearance, a little softer in favour of easing the other’s rather obviously nervous state of mind. a step to the side, the door held open, and he gestured an invitation to enter. ❝ feel free to come in, if there’s something you want to talk about. ❝