We Are Bulletproof

"And you didn't want that, too? Huh? I don't believe you."

Mostly because Kaleo also liked his alcohol, too. He was a social drinker more than anything else. Maybe a drink or two when he was frustrated or needed a night cap. But he wasn't like a fucking alcoholic or anything. He thought his boy would have learned better between himself and the wife. God, he missed her, though. Wait until she heard what they'd assigned him to up here. She'd laugh so hard. He missed her laugh.

She's coming soon.

He wished they weren't here but some part of him was also glad. He just didn't want the dangerous part of his job to rear its ugly head. After all, he worked undercover for a reason. Dragging his wife and boy into it was not on the list of shit he wanted to do here.

"Glad you're so warm but you're not staying here long, keiki. You shouldn't have come here."

His kid was no fun. Who raised this guy, anyway? This was all her doing because no kid of Kaleo's would just sit there looking so smarmy and undeterred by his father's attempt at being a horror villain cliche. Moving away from the window, Kaleo sighed and entered the restaurant. He hung up the phone and put it away before folding his tall self into the seat across from Aleka. He regarded his son, the fruit of his loins, his baby boy. And then he reached out and flicked him hard in the forehead, regardless of the hangover. (Or, perhaps, because of it.)

"Who said you're old enough for that shit, hm? And don't think I don't know what you did. My phone tracks what that card spends."

"Where the hell are you?"

Kaleo could see over everybody's head and his son was conspicuously missing. What the hell? He had been told this airport. Where else could the kid disappear off to? He'd been warned that Aleka was slippery these days. Probably had something to do with Dad traipsing all over the world. It was part of his work, though! And it wasn't like he didn't take Aleka with him half the time. Most kids would've killed for a life like Aleka's.

Then he saw the charge on his account and made his way toward the store, still on the phone. Narrowing in on his sights, he saw his cocky brat of a boy eating alone in his expensive jacket, acting like he was some kind of celebrity.

Kaleo went straight up to the window and pressed his face against it, warping his expression into his most menacing monster sneer.

"What are you doing, Aleka?"

Isn't there an app for that?

You know. ;)

Maaaybe

You'll hear so much complaining you'll want to smack the back of his head.

I like to think I'm a master at that. ;)

Wait a minute, he's not BECOMING Becci, is he?

Our boy's a liar! When did we raise a liar?

How the hell did he manage that anyway?

Really? I can still make you swoon? This I want to see in person.

Oho. Becci with a nice smile, eh?

[box]Maybe not outsiders but I wouldn't cross sacrificial offers from their list of hobbies.[/box]

[box]Nah, you're within your rights.

HAHAHA. Oh honey, they don't know what fun is out here. It's a weird place.

You sure you want to come here? It's nothing like home.[/box]