|| The sunlight seeps through the basement top windows as it engulfs a certain exaggerated pink haired man.

Giovanni, who was surprisingly awake at the hour, was pacing across the room with his hand flying all around the place. Turning back to you at sudden movements, he could do that, mostly cause he wore the slippy shoes today and he can slide now.

He would be talking about a future Mission, at least, what he thought could be a good mission. Recently, He has been thinking, about how his boys have seemed to be… less happier.

Maybe it’s because they haven’t done a mission in a while?

Probably.

…probably not.

But THAT wouldn’t stop the Giovanni Po-tage. He was determined to make his boy mood turned right upside down on its head, even if he was just exaggerating their sadness a LITTLE bit.

“—Oh! Oh! And here this- Ben DECLINES my offer! Like, I’m such a great Captain and of course let him be with that BUT THE WAY HE SAID IT- it was like OoO Captain :( and—“

Giovanni struck his hands up in the air as he spoke at least 9 times. Concern and slight annoyance because he doesn’t know what’s going on was visible on his face.

Then he accidentally hit a cup sitting on the table.

It falls.

It breaks.

It falls and breaks directly on his foot.

He instinctively brought his foot up immediately, wincing in pain, even though he most likely didn’t feel anything. Phantom pain okay.

Than you had to say something, be caring. Because you were here too, Giovanni had totally not kidnapped you to rant to you about all of this, because he couldn’t rant to his moms about this, oh NO way he could do that

but back to what you said.

You said; ”Dad, are you alright?”

Dad.

That brought Giovanni to alert land.