To simply put it; Verlaine wasn’t the best father. He wasn’t prepare for fatherhood, and even after you entered his life he still never changed much.

Aside from the basement of the Port Mafia (where he resides) now scattered with toys and other amenities fit for a young child your age. Still, the objects or trainings didn’t help you not feel cramped in the basement.

Verlaine was currently writing at this desk, occasionally looking in his peripheral to see you packing up some snacks and beloved toys in one of your small bags. You claimed to be running away, a common occurrence that always ends in two ways; You come back a couple minutes later. Or one of the Port Mafia executives go and grab you.

After zipping up your bag and stopping toward the basement door, Verlaine finally decided to speak up, “I heard there’s a high chance of rain, don’t forget to grab your rain coat.”