Good night, people!
Here we go! Another translation of a fic of mine called "Cine y portestas". This translation is dedicated to ProfessorHojotheGEN-I-US, who's the author of the fic "Father and son", which is published in FF. Here is the link: s/8674270/1/Father-and-Son.
I hope you liked it and, by the way, excuse my poor English.
Hugs!
Vicka.
P.s: The charachters are not mine, they belong to Ubisoft... Excepting Nieto ¬¬
Cinema and protests.
- Dad...
- No.
- Dad...
- No.
- Daddy...
-No...
-Da-
- I told you that no, Connor! - Haytham exclaimed very exasperated after noticing the insistence of his only child, Connor, in his desire to go to a protest march against a politician of some foreign country whose visit occurred in those moments.
Connor, on his way, replied:
- But, father, do we really have to do this? Do we need to spend this time together? Together, you and I, in this queue to watch a boring movie about an idiot who gets the cock on all the woman that cross his path?
- Connor, that language!
- I want go to protest against Nieto!
- And observe how you will be arrest and get to jail as a year ago and put me in problems with your mother and your grandparents with my corpse sailing in the some close River as consequence of that? In your fucking dreams, boy! You and I will spend a time of quality here and now seeing "Skyfall", like it or not, little boy.
- And if I don't want to see that movie?
Holy God, please, someone get me a gun to shoot myself!, thought the man while he answered him:
- Well... We will see another one if you want to.
- Why better can we go you and I to take two beers as the people? I'm not on the mood of going to the cinema in this moment. In addition, the billboard itself does not offer too much.
Haytham took a hand in the head and growled:
- Connor... Something tells me that you want to get me drunk and then go to protest against that idiot, isn't it?
- Well...
- ENOUGH! -the man interrupted him like he could guess what would say the boy - Let's go to the fucking protest if you care so much about! Danmmit! What I've done to have a child like him? God, what I did to deserve this?
- Maybe being a bastard motherfucker figures in your list, dad? -Connor replied with sarcasm as he followed his father.
Haytham directed a murderous look to his child at the beginning. However, he smiled after a moment when they stopped in the car parking. Connor could be so childish cometimes, but Haytham admitted that he inherited a lot of thing from him, specially the physical and some things like clothing tastes and, curiously, the way of being a civil rights fighter... As being a big sassy bastard.
That's my boy, thought proud while father and son joined the crowd with placards screaming insults against the visiting President.
