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i need to keep rewatching but geniunely dmitris reaction to dante being his dad does mean a lot to me, how its messy and it isnt immediately OMG YAY UR MY DAD IM SO HAPPY !! there is hurt there, there is betrayal there, from both his parents !! nicole told him his dad was dead !! he mourned the idea of a man he never knew, while that whole time this man was alive!! with another family!! ofc hes gonna be upset!!! my son dmitri 😿😭😿😭😿
Katelyn, Garroth, Levin, Malachi (not 100% on this design), levin and malachi as kids, Dante, Dmitri and Nekoette, Nicole and Kawaii-Chan, Nicole, and Glenda aka Hayden’s Gaurd!
Soon, a generous stranger actually did approach you. But when you turned around, you realised he was neither generous nor a stranger.
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“So,” Molly started, bringing a few chairs off the tables and beginning your morning setup. “Have you met Dmitri's dad yet?” You groaned, earning a giggle from your coworker. “You two went to high school together, right?”
“How’d you know that?”
“His file?” Molly stated blankly. She gasped, “did you not read it?”
“I… skimmed.”
“Y/n!”
“What! I got the important stuff, allergies and whatever.”
Molly clicked her tongue at you, but the sound was drowned out by the front door opening.
“Whatcha gossipin’ about?” Donna asked, poking her head in the door of your classroom. You shot Molly a look and she returned with a wicked smirk you dreaded to see.
“Just how Y/n went to school with Dmitri’s dad.” She informed idly, pulling the last chair from the table. You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, and he was a total asshole.” You huffed, wiping down the counter.
“Ooh, is that a bitter ex lover I smell?” Donna parked up. She’d always been a huge gossip, but then again so was everyone in the entire building. Zoey was maybe the only one who didn’t stick her beak into everyone’s business, but she probably had more secrets stuck in her pocket than anybody.
“Ew! No, he wishes.” You scoffed. Both ladies raised their eyebrows with a sassy ‘mhm’.
“I mean, you gotta admit he’s kinda cute.” Molly suggested. Donna nodded in agreement.
“You guys are married!” You accused. Donna only shrugged. “Okay, maybe physically, he’s somewhat… conventionally attractive now. But he spent his teenage years being a cheeto-fingered rat bastard and trying to be a total jerk and play with as many girls’ hearts as possible. He's not exactly a catch.”
Donna gave you the most deadpan stare she could muster between her and Molly's giggles. “Okay babes, I know you say you didn’t date him, but that’s coming off super jaded.” She teased, taking a bite of a protein bar.
“I’m just saying, I wouldn’t be surprised if he hasn’t changed his ways. I’d keep an eye out for another flirty dad situation.” You warned.
Donna sighed and threw her protein bar wrapper in the trash.
“Well, we’ll definitely watch out for that but to be honest darlin’-”
“He’s like the nicest parent we’ve had in a long time.” Molly jumped in. You raised an eyebrow. “He’s always on time, never had an issue with handovers, I mean hell, all of Dmitri’s clothes are labelled.” You pursed your lips, not budging on your ply. “I’m not saying he hasn’t changed," she continued, "but at least for now… give him a chance. Or at least pick your battles."
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It was finally Thursday, your day off. It was rare that you actually got a day off, given there was usually somebody out sick or on annual leave you’d have to fill in for. But this week, everyone was healthy and present, so you took yourself to the grocery store for a much needed restock.
You gathered up all the essentials relatively quickly, stacking laundry powder, paper towels, milk and instant coffee into your cart. You wandered around, trying to think of some ideas for dinner. But you were distracted by the ever tempting sweets aisle.
You eventually pried yourself away, admittedly a little less prepared for the following week than you’d like. But you brushed that aside as you hopped into your car. Unfortunately a new, much more severe worry entered your mind as your car started up rather loudly, and the check engine light flicked on.
You immediately panicked. You had no idea what to do with cars. It had never had an issue before, and you barely had enough money to take it to the mechanic. What if your car was broken? You definitely didn’t have enough money for a new one.
You turned off your engine and popped the hood. Honestly, it was more of a cry for help to passing strangers in the grocery store parking lot, you had no idea what to even check the engine for.
Soon, a generous stranger actually did approach you. But when you turned around, you realised he was neither generous nor a stranger.
“Oh hey, it’s you.” Dante greeted, his tone awkwardly neutral. You hummed. “Everything alright?” Dante asked, gesturing to your open bonnet.
“I- don’t know? I turned it on and it was loud and the check engine light came on but I have no idea what could be wrong-” You rambled. Dante smiled softly, trying not to chuckle at your panic.
“Mind if I take a look?”
“Uh, sure?” You didn’t really trust the man yet, but you didn’t have a lot to lose. Clearly, he could sense your hesitation.
“I’m a mechanic, don’t worry. You got a rag?”
You relaxed for a moment, but tensed when you processed his question. “Oh, wait!” You opened the back door of your car and fished through your grocery bags to find a roll of paper towel. You opened the packaging and ripped off a few squares, handing them to Dante. He thanked you with a nod.
“I’m just gonna check your oil and water and stuff, then I can start eliminating other issues.
He pulled out a stick thing from somewhere in your engine, wiping it off with the paper towel before dipping it back in. You swore someone had told you to do this before, but you couldn’t remember what it was or why. Dante pulled the stick out again and inspected it, chuckling in disbelief.
“What?”
“When’s the last time you checked your oil?” He poorly stifled his laughter. You stared at him blankly, and he shook his head with a smile. “I’m guessing you don’t have any spare in your car?” Another vacant, confused stare.
“Alright, you mind if I take a look at your logbook? We’ll go and get you some oil and fill ‘er up.”
“Go ahead?”
Dante opened your passenger side door and fumbled around in your glovebox. You were a little embarrassed at the current state of your car and made a mental note to clean it as soon as you got the chance. He grabbed out a book and flipped through it for a moment before fishing his own keys out of his pocket.
“I’ll take you down to the shop, if you like.” He offered, closing your bonnet with a thud. “I wouldn’t advise driving around with no oil.”
Galivanting around town with an old high school enemy acquaintance was certainly not what you had in mind for your free day.
Part of you wanted to decline, figure out how to fix your car on your own. But another part of you was listening to what Molly had said a few days ago. ‘Just give him a chance.’ You nodded and followed Dante over to his car a few spaces away.
You hopped into the little red sedan, noting the carseat in the back. The front seats were mostly tidy, aside from a few napkins stuffed into an empty iced coffee cup. The backseats had toys strewn about, but you couldn’t blame Dante for that.
Neither of you spoke on the way there, you tucked your hands between your thighs and hoped the cooler bags were enough to keep your groceries from melting in your car. Thankfully, the trip was only short, and Dante led you inside a small auto shop, easily locating a bottle of oil and pointing it out to you.
“This is the one that’s been in your car, I’ll write it down for you but make sure you only use this viscosity or it might not go through your engine properly.” He explained, picking up the bottle and bringing it over to the counter.
“Hey, Dante. Just that one for today?”
“Yes, please Brendan.” You began digging in your pockets for your card, but heard a ‘beep’ before you were able to find it.
You whipped your head up to see Dante stuffing his wallet into his back pocket, picking up the oil and waving Brendan goodbye. You gave him a confused look, but he waved you off and walked out of the store.
You waited for the ‘you can pay me back by going to dinner with me’ or ‘you owe me a date now’, but it never came. Instead, you both wordlessly got into the car, Dante handing you the oil to place by your feet.
You were determined to not let the awkwardness of the first car ride infest this one, so you tried to start up some conversation.
“So, how’s Dmitri been going?”
“Pretty good, he’s really into spears again at the moment. So that’s… great.” Dante huffed, exhausted but amused at his son’s antics. You smiled at the thought.
“Sounds like it. Where is he today, with his mother?”
Dante’s grip on the wheel tightened, and you immediately regretted your question. Before you could backtrack and apologise, Dante took a breath and interrupted you with his answer.
“No, with his uncle today. We’re gonna go to surprise his grandma this afternoon so we’re all gonna bake something. But Irene knows I can’t bake, so Gene’s helping us out. I was just at the grocery store ‘cos I got the wrong type of flour.” Dante laughed.
“Oh, Gene!” The one person in high school you hated maybe more than Dante. “How uh… how is he?”
Dante absolutely noticed your vacillation but chose to ignore it, instead briefly detailing his brother’s goings on.
Eventually, the car was once again filled with a thick silence. You thanked Irene when Dante reached over and turned on the radio, playing one of his CD’s. Though his taste took you a little by surprise.
“I didn’t take you for a disco guy.” You remarked, causing Dante’s lips to quirk up into a somewhat mischievous smile.
“I’ve always liked it, but I got really into funk and disco and stuff in college. The guy I did my apprenticeship under was a total bitch, but he had some good tunes.” Dante recalled wistfully.
You hummed.
Maybe Dante wasn’t… the worst ever.
After a few minutes of refilling pretty much your entire tank of oil, Dante checked over the rest of your car and started it up without any issue. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and stuffed the rag he’d retrieved from his car into his back pocket.
“It should be all good now, but let me know if you have any other issues with it.”
“I- yeah. Will do.”
Dante gave you a small salute before turning toward the grocery store.
“Hey Dante?” Your voice pulled itself from your throat before you could think about it.
“Hm?” He spun on his feet.
“Thank you. I really appreciate your help.” You, for maybe the first time, acknowledged him with every ounce of sincerity you had. His cheeks took on a red hue, and he waved once more.
“Good luck with your baking!” You called as he left.
You got into your car and sighed. Somewhat out of relief, somewhat out of disappointment.
‘Good luck with your baking’!? This is Dante you’re talking about. Why were you acting like such an idiot?
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I think Nana should have kept her little maids throughout the series.
Imagine: The broken streets of Phoenix Drop are a cold and desolate, but every so often, you'll see a garish pop of color. Sometimes they're peeking out, curious about the new "customer." Sometimes they're following Nekoette, who treats them more like little sisters than the magical constructs they are. Either way, it serves as a reminder; That not all has changed, and not all has been lost.
also dmitri would definitely think they were her kids and be like "damn auntie is it really that good😦"
