Did Vergil really want to be sitting in a crowded movie theater full of rowdy teenagers and a few kids spilling drinks and throwing popcorn for two and a half hours?
No, he didn't. But he didn't have much of a choice.
Nero had been a nuisance for two weeks; he would stare at the television screen with his mouth open every time he caught as much as a glimpse of the peculiar metal suit they used in the movie or heard the dramatic, orchestral music that could be heard when the title flashed for a few seconds on the screen.
He was far too hyped about it for Vergil's liking, and he was pleased to know that the kid was going to see it with someone else. Dante offered to go with him, and shared the kid's excitement, although not to Nero's extent, it only was a simple: "Yeah, it's gonna be good, kid."
Everything was good until Dante went out of town and made no promises to be there in time. Good thing he said it on the phone, or else he would've been the one listening to Nero's complains for ten minutes until he ultimately decided that he didn't need him and could enjoy it on his own.
Maybe if he hadn't been foolish enough to try to purchase his ticket a day before, he wouldn't have to deal with his problem. It was a sixteen plus movie and he didn't look a day over ten; cinema politics deemed it necessary for him to go with an adult for some reason.
That was when hell got loose and the kid decided that, since father's day was close by, he could kill two birds with one stone.
Vergil saw it coming when he came home, fuming and giving him a full rant about how the movie theater's policies were bullshit because some kids had already seen it on their own and that the world was conspiring against him.
Vergil wished his kid stopped being so dramatic.
When Nero finally finished talking, he sat on top of the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, glaring at the TV. It took Vergil one glance to see his facial expression soften slightly and the gears turning inside his head.
Vergil didn't like movies, they were a waste of time and he could think of thousands of things he could be doing with his time rather than being still watching a giant screen. But God forbid he turned down Nero's generous offer of taking him to the movies.
"This is the first time I try to do something nice for you and you don't want to do it; you can't even consider going. What kind of father are you? I've been saving up for weeks just to give you a surprise. You always have to ruin everything with excuses."
"Nero…"
"No, I don't want to hear it. When was the last time we spent time together? You don't even sit at the table with me when I'm eating. Normal fathers do that, you know? They spend time with their sons and appreciate everything they do for them and you can't even do that-"
"Be quiet," Vergil hissed, making Nero exhale the air he was accumulating to keep ranting. "We're going."
Nero didn't even bother to hide his triumphant smirk.
That's what got him inside that awful cinema that smelled of butter mixed with candy and whose floors were sticky with sugar from sodas that had been spilled countless times.
There was nothing spectacular about seeing giant robots fighting strange creatures in a post-apocalyptic universe, or how the creatures poorly resembled Devils with odd tails sprouting from the middle of their backs.
Perhaps the most pleasant thing about his so-called present was the peculiar taste of buttered popcorn mixed with caramel popcorn, courtesy of Nero.
Needless to say, Nero didn't receive a thank you for his 'effort'.
Thank you so much for reading and happy father's day!
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