[He can't be bothered that they basically match now. He snorts at the green across his cheek, smiling crookedly at Caesar.]
I got it.
[One last adoring touch is given to Caesar's cheek, the brush of Leone's fingers before he goes off to find the children. He peeks inside, finding the makeup astray on both faces, and he grins at them.]
You got started without me, huh?
[Delighted shrills of papà and he's gathering both daughter and son into his arms, lifting them up like they weigh nothing. Never in all of his days did he ever see himself as a familyman, but now he couldn't envision his life without either of them or Caesar. It's amazing how things have changed.]
[They sure did. The little deviants are coated in shades of purple and orange from their now forgotten spat. There are multi-colored fingerprints on the table, coating the plastic cups and pitchers in vibrant shades, Most of the items made it on the floor from them resorting to a good ole game of dodgeball!makeup edition to solve their problems and-
Well, it's not the same as the top tier makeover Caesar got, but the kids do give him a preview of their next session, by pressing their grubby fingers against his cheeks, eyelids, ears and chin. Not their best work, but it's going to be a hell of a lot for him to wash up later.
Ragù lets out a loud stronzo when the boy messes up her fingerpainted flower on Leone's cheek and Caesar lets out a snort down the hall. One that becomes a whole ass laugh before he barks out a 'Don't say that' in Italian like he wasn't just cracking up. Goddammit.]
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I got it.
[One last adoring touch is given to Caesar's cheek, the brush of Leone's fingers before he goes off to find the children. He peeks inside, finding the makeup astray on both faces, and he grins at them.]
You got started without me, huh?
[Delighted shrills of papà and he's gathering both daughter and son into his arms, lifting them up like they weigh nothing. Never in all of his days did he ever see himself as a familyman, but now he couldn't envision his life without either of them or Caesar. It's amazing how things have changed.]
Next tea party, you gotta do me next.
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Well, it's not the same as the top tier makeover Caesar got, but the kids do give him a preview of their next session, by pressing their grubby fingers against his cheeks, eyelids, ears and chin. Not their best work, but it's going to be a hell of a lot for him to wash up later.
Ragù lets out a loud stronzo when the boy messes up her fingerpainted flower on Leone's cheek and Caesar lets out a snort down the hall. One that becomes a whole ass laugh before he barks out a 'Don't say that' in Italian like he wasn't just cracking up. Goddammit.]