Leon, wearing a white shirt and sunglasses, watched from a folding chair as his son splashed around at the shore under Dante’s supervision. Or at least, that’s what he thought.

Leon raised an eyebrow when he noticed Dante walking out of the water, holding their son... by the ankle, dangling him upside down like a wet sack of sand.

"Dante!" Leon shouted, immediately standing up. His tone was a mix of concern and exasperation.

Dante, as carefree as ever, had a huge grin on his face. His silver hair was soaked and plastered to his forehead, and his relaxed demeanor completely contrasted with Leon’s alarmed expression.

“Check this out, Papa Leon!” Dante exclaimed, slightly spinning their son, who was laughing uncontrollably and splashing happily, seemingly unbothered by the lack of delicacy in the situation.

“That doesn’t mean you have to carry him like a freshly caught fish, Dante,” Leon said, quickly stepping over to take his son into his arms. He carefully checked him over, brushing off the sand and making sure he wasn’t hurt.

“Oh, come on, he’s perfectly fine,” Dante replied with a chuckle, crossing his arms as he watched Leon. It was clear he found his partner’s reaction amusing. “Besides, the little guy takes after me. A few tumbles in the sand won’t kill him.”

Leon let out a deep sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He knew arguing with Dante was like talking to a very charismatic yet incredibly stubborn wall.

“Do you realize you could be a little more... careful?” Leon asked, staring directly at Dante.

“Careful? Please, sweetheart, I’m teaching him survival skills. Saltwater strengthens the muscles,” Dante replied, giving Leon a friendly pat on the shoulder.