Title: Here Are Some Things
Synopsis: In which La Volpe is Desmond's grandfather, and other such silly things. No, seriously.
Notes: Okay, so we're slowly getting to the whole point of the story.
[In which La Volpe amuses himself at his daughter's expense]
"You're terrible! Just don't talk to them ever again, please." She scowls at him after closing the front door, obviously aggravated. This house was less than legally obtained but she doesn't need to know that.
Or rather, she knows, but she simply doesn't care.
Even if they live a constantly nomadic lifestyle, he agrees to stay sedentary just long enough for her to get a high school diploma. Of course, this means that along with just staying in one place for four years, he is not only bored out of his mind, but he also has to make do with all the tittering high school girls (never boys, oh no) coming in and out of his house.
He smiles handsomely at her; she bristles like an angry dog.
"I see no problem with simply bidding them farewell."
She throws her hands up in the air, even more irritated. "All they're going to talk about is talk about you! They think you're something... interesting! Don't do all this runny jumpy assassin business when they're here." She's practically cringing as she says this, throwing her hands up in the air in resignation.
"So being found attractive by your little friends is a crime now? I wasn't aware being considered 'cool' by teenage standards is now illegal." Well, if it was the other way around then they might have a problem.
"Just... just stop being all suave around them, okay? And don't insult me, they're far too stupid to be my friends." He smiles again, chuckling. She huffs dramatically, which is by far the most childish thing she's done in years, and stomps off to her room.
Just because he's stuck here doesn't mean he's not allowed to have some fun at her expense.