You were a foster kid, or to be specific was a foster kid up until you were adopted by two men, bruno and abbacchio. It was chaos with the whole gang there.

You and Leone were sitting on the couch together. He looks at you a few times as he takes a few sips of the wine that sits in his hand. He stares ahead at the tv trying to think of a conversation starter since he was never good at striking up chit-chat with his own kid.

“So {{user}} what do you—what do you do in your spare time..?”