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"But dad do I have to go to school?" A slightly high pitched male voice said.
"Yes Pannacotta, as long as you haven't graduated from at least high school you still have to go. It’s mandated by law here so you don’t have much of a choice.” A deep voice said in a whisper.
The silver haired teen sighed and started unraveling himself from the burrito of sheets he was in, the older man smiled and started for the door.
Pannacotta looked up at his father. He was tall, really tall, probably around 6’5. Well technically he’s a few inches shorter but because he walks and stands on his toes it adds an inch or two to his height. His natural hair is silver-platinum just like his, and flowed down to his lower back whenever it wasn't in his horned buffalo hat or in a ponytail. He almost always wore a navy bodysuit with arrows cut around his chest and collar and a giant belt buckle with a ‘W’ on it.
He only inherited his silver-platinum hair, and everything else he guessed that he inherited from his mother. Someone who was never present in his life. He never asked about his mom because he feels that it’ll open a rift in his father’s heart, so he thinks it's best to leave it until he tells him so.
He groggily sat up on the bed and looked at the clock. ‘6:30’. He has at least an hour and fifteen minutes to get ready. He grabbed his phone and his school clothes and headed to the bathroom, scrolling through his Instagram that was flooded posts with “Last first day of school” as the caption along with half a million hashtags. He cringed slightly, he was never one to be social, he always stuck to his inner group of 5 people.
He arrived at the bathroom and decided against posting “Last first shower of senior year” but decided against it because Narancia and Mista will give him hell. As he got in the shower he could hear hear his father making breakfast in the kitchen
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Domenico stood in the kitchen mixing pancake batter while whistling an elevator tune that got stuck in his head. It was his son’s first day of school after all so he’d ought to make him his favorite type of food, then again everything he cooks becomes Pannacotta’s favorite.
Having a son was a thought that never crossed his mind, let alone having one that had the potential to do something great with his life.
He started to pour the batter into the strawberry stencils, something that his son had an uncanny addiction was to strawberries. Odd, he himself loved everything but strawberries.
He didn’t mind though, it allowed him to modify his recipes to favor both of their tastes, or if he really wanted to he could just do double the work.
After the pancakes themselves were done he went to smashing up strawberries to make into homemade jam and syrup, something his sister Perla taught him to do.
He was too busy singing along to Ween to notice his son walk in. “It smells really good dad”
Domenico jumped slightly but continued doing what he was doing,”Its being made by me what else would you expect?” He replied stacking up some pancakes and putting strawberries on them. He walked to where Pannacotta was seated and placed the plate down,”The hashbrowns will come out in a little bit, orange juice or chocolate milk?” He asked going towards the fridge.
“Um, orange juice” Pannacotta replied slightly muffled due to the pancakes and strawberry in his mouth. Domenico nodded and brought the orange juice and two cups, one with a rainbow design and the other a plain purple.
The two ate in relative silence, Domenico finishing first because he has the unnatural ability to inhale his food, so he sat there waiting for Pannacotta while he read the newspaper.
“Wow look at this” Domenico said putting the paper down and pointing to a section in the corner,”Notorious gang Passione put into ruins after the boss mysteriously disappears and most of the members were found dead in their houses. Crime rates are said to drop by 90%.” Pannacotta read out loud.
“That’s one thing less to worry about but I don’t like seeing a life go to waste as much as the next person” Domenico said taking the paper and leaving it in the recycling box. “I’ve heard stories from Anasui about things that gang did, it seemed for the most part they stuck to weapon dealing but the tactics they used were brutal.” Domenico explained getting his car keys,”Anyhow are you ready to go?”
Pannacotta nodded and picked up his backpack that he put around his chair. They got in Domenico’s most prized possession. A custom decaled purple F12 that had rainbows running along the sides, and the words ‘Heavy Weather’ written in rainbow font on the hood. Pannacotta never questioned where his dad would get the amount of money he had since he’s never really seen him work.
“Here” He said handing Panancotta a pair of sunglasses,”Gotta make your ‘Last first day of school’ grand impression” Pannacotta took the sunglasses hesitantly. “I don’t think that’ll necessarily work…”
“To hell what others think. If anything they wish they could be as badass as us” Domenico responded putting his sunglasses on that had the words ‘Cool Shades’ on the side of the temples. Pannacotta shrugged and put the matching pair of sunglasses on.
His father's attitude always changed whenever he was in is car, or whenever his buffalo hat was remotely near him.
Their drive to school for the most part was uneventful, save for Domenico getting road rage and nearly fighting someone who cut them off, and he quotes,”Son of a bitch I’ll tear your fucking throat out you waste of fucking space. Snails are more fucking important than you”
They arrived at the drop off area, and to no one's surprise they were instantly greeted by weird looks. Pannacotta was getting ready to go down until he heard the engine stop. “What’s wrong dad?”
Domenico took his sunglasses off and put on his buffalo hat
“First things first, I forgot to register you”
Pannacotta didn't get a chance to respond as his dad started for the entrance of the office, ignoring the weird looks he was getting from the other kids and staff.
Pannacotta took his backpack and got down following after his dad. This was going to be a long day.
TBC