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Vampires don't nest, they are not strict and have individualistic behaviors even among their own nuclear family.
Fredo Von Ejellan was no different, the closest to nesting he could ever come was when White Shit had invited him to a crazy party and he ended up waking up in the middle of a pile of unknown bodies on a table three days later, ah the old crazy nights of youth.
But he firmly believed that it wouldn't be hard to replicate something like a simple nest, he could probably even come up with something really fancy that would make his son at least consider getting closer to him.
Surprise, surprise. He didn't.
Cale didn't bring anyone with him, wanting to check out what kind of stupid shit the vampire was up to first before bringing his kids with that lunatic.
The last thing he expected, out of all the infinite possibilities, was a giant fucking crib, yes a giant crib covered in gems.
The human looked at Fredo with a face that demanded, from all sides, an explanation right then and there.
...
For some reason, Fredo felt like a child being scolded.
"In my defense, vampires don't nest."
"..." quietly, the nobleman trailed off, left completely speechless.
"Maybe I should have added more pillows?"
In the vampire's eyes there was nothing wrong with his "nest", it had everything he thought his son would like, pillows and fabrics of the finest quality, glittering gems and pure gold accents, plus railings.
Well, at least he liked it. He would try again, he just needed to increase his knowledge.