The streets of Vale, normally somewhat bustling with life like a buzzy hive as the common people went about their daily lives, were quiet tonight. Aside from the occasional car driving down the road. The sidewalks were bare save for a single gentleman (or at least that's what he called himself for others had a veritable list of words that weren't nice to say in proper company) strolling down them. In a rather brisk pace as if he were in a hurry to get somewhere.

Roman Torchwick, the infamous rogue, thief, and crime boss, and not that many would possibly believe it but also single father. ..Given the first three titles that last one would understably be a shock to those that knew him and what kind of person he was.

That last part was also more important as right now he was taking a day off from Cinder's tyranny AKA 'work', to visit his little girl away from prying eyes. The absolute last thing he needed? Them finding out about her existence. Oh he could only imagine the looks on the faces of his associates initially but after the fact.. Yeahno. That was a situation he dreaded having to deal with the fallout of. The pyromancer would be the worst he suspected, teasing him at every turn. The other two he'd find someway to strangle and feed to the Grimm or conveniently lose track of out in Forever Fall after stealing their Scrolls so he didn't have to deal with their crap. Unfortunately they were stronger than they looked and Cinder would somehow, someway, either blame him or find a way to pin him for it. Lucky them for still being useful.

Gods forbid that team of Huntresses/thorns in his side ever found out either. Just his coworkers were enough of an nuisance and the only thing that kept him from beating any of them into unconsciousness with his cane was a nightly shot or two of Goliath brand whiskey. Or the fact that the flaming dominatrix was admittedly faster and deadlier than he so he'd not dare raise a hand to her. For now. Roman also heavily disliked the prospect of going up against the Iaido master Bull Faunus.

He adjusted the dark gray scarf around his neck after he rounded a corner, making sure his bowler was on straight and the feather was still there. His Dust firework launching grapple cane Melodic Cudgel was in hand, not that that was an unusual sight. Much like Thor with his hammer Mjolnir he was rarely seen without it. Thoughts were racing through his mind as he pulled out a small silver bar, his Scroll, before opening it up and examining the holographic screen as it buzzed to life. "It's about that time, should be perfect at this pace.. Barring some kind of divine intervention or-" *mrrow*

He paused, hearing a faint meow as he had been about to trip over a cat crossing the sidewalk towards an alleyway. A.. Black cat. Oh DUST no.

"Do me a small favor and shoo, I have enough troubles with black kitties. Last time I saw one of you I got arrested so context will tell you I'm not exactly your biggest fan."

Of course that had been the plan all along and he'd been busted out soon enough but still. Being cooped up on Ironwood's warship was not a fun memory he'd be recounting to his grandkids. 7.8/10 at best, too much.. Well too little to do besides twiddle his thumbs. He was a go-getter, and preferred to be out there actually doing something. ..Or having expendable henchmen do something while he supervised anyway. Why get his hands dirty personally when he could have someone else do it? That was the whole purpose a boss had minions after all.

After the stubborn feline refused to move he groaned and poked at it with Melodic Cudgel's bottom end. The man could have just shot or kicked it but while he had earned many titles in his line of work, heartless was not one of them. Doing something like that well one would have to be a soulless monster! Or a Grimm. Same thing really but the male very highly doubted that they had the intellectual capacity to use a gun. When that didn't work he finally decided to jump forward a bit, scraping his soles across the pavement. That did the trick, between the sudden motion and sound it skittered away into the dark alley. "Now hopefully I can continue my walk in peace.."

That he did, closing and pocketing his Scroll to move on further down the street and across another block or two. Streets were still oh so silent though he did spot a few faces around. Being the apparently ace pilot that he was he could have drove himself with whatever he felt like but it was good exercise. Bullhead VTOL? Simple enough. Paladin WarMech? Couldn't be too hard. An Atlesian Warship, coincidentally the one he had been previously incarcerated on? Auto AND stick shift. And he made damn sure that those skills got passed on to his daughter among the other ones. Though she surprised him with how well she used them. Not entirely unexpected but still..

Eventually he came to a stop outside what appeared to be a fairly decent diner called The Steakout. Not exactly clever but the man had to admit it was a little punny. That one blonde Huntress would probably have gotten a giggle or two out of the title. One last check, suit fastened properly, gloves and pants smoothed out, everything in place.. With a confident smirk he waltzed into the building practically like he owned it, glancing around at the western style interior.

Mounted deer heads, antler chandeliers, various pictures and newspaper clippings and other American (if it existed in Remnant) buffet house accessories on the walls.. Quaint and homey, and only sparsely populated. After pacing up to the counter and asking the greeter if a certain someone matching his own description (but younger and female) had come in he was directed to a booth at the rear, since he had made a specific reservation for the spot. Cost a fair amount of Lien by average but for him? Pocket change. Having a bit of privacy so they wouldn't be disturbed during their outing? Priceless. For everything else well he had his ways but fortunately for the manager they'd been cooperative from the get-go. Keeping Melodic Cudgel straight to the ground so as to not accidentally whack anyone's legs or trip them Roman made his way towards the back end of the restaurant where someone was sitting by themselves and holding up a menu.

"..Of course I'm on time, wouldn't miss this for the world." He stated with a genuine smile now on his face. Despite not being spoken to the crime lord responded as if he had been, aiming that smile at the person behind the unfolded item before sitting down and sliding into his seat as he placed the cane on the inside against the wall. "Though you're rather early. Decided on anything sweetheart?" "..." The female opposite him finally revealed herself, lowering the menu to look at him with a small smile before nodding. Certainly a matching description..

The supposed child of his was dressed in a pink blazer buttoned only in the center over a white undershirt along with a pair of dark brown pants and pink heels. Her lightly freckled face was highlighted by a pair of hazel brown eyes, one of which was covered by shoulder-blade length orange hair that hung over the right side in the front like his and was pulled away from the left into a ponytail. Pink eyeshadow lightly surrounded the visible eye as it locked onto Roman's. It was easy to tell the two were related though whereas he was a rather tall figure she was.. Very not so. Maybe 5 feet at best, including the heels. She was around 18 at least but appearance made it rather confusing.

"..?"

"Oh it's nothing, just ran across an unlucky omen on the way here."

"?"

"A black cat."

"!?"

"No, not her. An actual cat."

It would appear strange to outsiders who weren't familiar, the girl across from him not speaking so much as a single word simply using body language and gestures to get her point across. The empathic bond they shared along with her gift however meant that words would honestly be entirely unnecessary.

"Hmm.. Now what do I want.. I can already tell you've got your eye on- Don't give me that look, we both know I'm right." She frowned, not looking very amused but not sincerely annoyed either as she folded her menu and set it down while Roman opened his.

"So, how's school going? They treating you alright over there? She's not being too much of a nag is she? I don't have to do this job you know."

".."

"Good. Just make sure you stay out of trouble. Now let's see here.. Fine selection but I'd rather not get anything too messy. Put on my best suit, even had it cleaned yesterday.."

"..."

"Now see here-"

This went on for a good while, the man tapping his gloved fingers on the table with one hand while he also waited for a waiter or waitress. Shouldn't they at least have come to check by now? Even if just to bring an appetizer and see what drinks they wanted. If he had to wait much longer words would be had with the manager. After all it was rare that the two of them got mutual time away from both work and school to meet like this, outside of going home after the aforementioned functions or when circumstances brought them together at either so he wanted the occasion to be perfect. Plus he had given them advance warning of both when they were going to arrive and a good half hour before he even got there himself. Finally to his relief he heard the rapid clacking of heels upon the floor of the restaurant coming their way and looked over at his daughter with a smile. About time..

"..."

"I'll place it for you, unless they know sign language."

"..?"

"Don't even."

The man simply continued to face forward, tapping away right until he saw a figure come into view out the corner of his eye that was loudly mumbling something about 'lady stilts'. A rather nice figure he thought if a little bit on the short side. Slender lightly complexioned legs in fishnet stockings and black heels that lead up to an almost daringly short and frilled black skirt, part of the one-piece black dress that had white lace and frills on the half apron as well and was tied at the back with a large ribbon. A thick stripe of white went up the center with black buttons standing out a bit, her frill guarded cleavage not as revealed compared to her skirt.

Which he almost got a face full of as she promptly and awkwardly tripped over him into the booth before his eyes could travel higher, right as she attempted to stop and turn to face them. Apparently this woman had been in a bit of rush to try and get their order and honestly he wasn't about to fault her for trying to be punctual. And it was clear from the lack of rhythm in her pace and that earlier comment that she wasn't used to her footwear.

..Actually on second thought he hadn't even gotten a look at her face yet. How old was this woman? Over his daughter's snickering the man moved one of his arms to help her sit up and brace herself with her own against the table. Having such a cutie on his lap like Santa at the mall, even if accidentally, was always a pleasure. Right up until his shadowed green eyes met her pair of bright and charming silver ones, both pairs widening in surprise before their owners realized which the other belonged to.

...Cue awkward, tense silence right before-

"You!"

"Well hello there Red! Again! Thanks for dropping by, what brings you here?"

...Dust dammit. Cue internal screaming.