Call For Trust: A Final Space AU (Avocato x OC)

Chapter 5: Stand-Off

Avocato and Little Cato were both eating breakfast at the kitchen table. The boy usually ate quickly to rush off and spend time with Pawblo, but he was told to sit down and take it slow for today. "Promise you won't embarrass me?" Avocato nodded. "I promise."

As soon as they had breakfast, they cleaned up and soon headed out of the house. Avocato looked down at his son. "Okay. Take me to him." Little Cato nodded and obeyed his father. It was unusual for Avocato to wander the bazaar in casual clothing, but he digressed. He was doing this for his son.

They stopped at the building. Avocato eyed it from top to bottom. It was run down, and looked abandoned. "Son, are you sure he lives here?" Little Cato nodded. "I come here every day. It's not as bad as it looks." They walked up to the door. Little Cato knocked on it twice. A voice on the other side yelled "It's open! Come in, kid!" Avocato and his som stepped inside, away from the bustling crowd.

The place wasn't so rundown. Everything was organized and clean, despite the fact that it was an abandoned building. There was a workbench filled with tools and electronic parts. Avocato was a little impressed that this guy was neat and orderly, even with his living conditions.

Pawblo walked out of the kitchen. "Hey, kid. What's uuuuuUUUUH OH CRAP!" He pulled out a plasma revolver he kept in his holster. Avocato was taken aback by this. "Kid! Why'd you bring the Lord Commander's right hand man to my doorstep?!"

Little Cato quickly stood in between the two of them. "Pawblo! Relax! That's just the one detail I left out! I'm sorry, it's just...you're my friend. I don't want to lose you." He had a sad look on his face. His eyes were full of regret, making him think that it was his own fault.

Avocato hissed. "I'm not going to do anything unless you don't put that gun down." Pawblo felt like he was lured into a trap. But knowing that this man was Little Cato's father, he hesitated. The ventrexian soon put the revolver back into his holster.

"Sorry about that. I just...I just don't want any trouble." He looked away from the two of them. "The name's Pawblo, by the way, in case you didn't hear your kid."

"I did hear." Avocato felt irritated. "And I accept your apology." Little Cato sighed in relief. He was glad that this wasn't going to end in a bloody way. "So...Pawblo, this is my Dad. But from what I heard, you recognized him quickly, so....yeah."

Pawblo rubbed in between his eyes. "You could've just told me, kid. I'm not rejecting our friendship or anything over that." He lightly smiled. Avocato eyed the two of them talking. They seemed to get along well, he thought. He also didn't expect Pawblo to be a little...alluring. His tail slightly moved a little. None of them noticed.

"Okay, well...since everything seems to be okay, then...I guess I'll go." Avocato sighed as he began to walk out. He stopped at the door and pointed at them. "Boy, you better be home for dinner later. And YOU." He eyed Pawblo. "Don't try anything funny."

The cornflower blue ventrexian scoffed. "Your kid is clearly safe and not harmed, but...whatever." He looked away in the other direction. Avocato let out a "hmph" and left. The room was quiet for a minute.

"Do you, uh, want to help me repair another processor?"

Little Cato's eyes lit up. "Hell yeah."