Being an adoptive parent is hard. Taking in a child who looked prestigious and well-behaved the first time you got them. And as time goes on, they show their true colors. Ruthless, loudmouth and annoying tantrums are what they have in store.
But do...
I don't mean to lump a group of people in a hive I think I just meant my Dad in 1985 My Dad in 1985 (my Dad) My father, 1985 (Papa) My Dad, 1985 Scott Burnham, 1985 (Scott Burnham 1985)
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"the food is now cold..." . . . . M/n searched the area he knew that was most likely a gangster's chilling place. Every crevice, every corner. But still, he can't find them.
He pathetically wandered around the streets, aimlessly looking for his sons.
"where could they be? Think M/n, Think!" M/n was frustrated with himself.
Perhaps they ran away? No way, they have a cozy home and warm food to greet them when they come home. How dare they—
He was giving up hope when he ran into a group of teens.
"those shitty twins accepted a fight from Phoenix? Seriously those two need to know where to back down..." one of them spoke
"doesn't Phoenix have more than 50 members? Dude they're dead!" another exclaimed
M/n's attention was caught by this, he turn his head to their direction. An unreadable expression was displayed on his face.
There's a possibility that it might not be Ran and Rindou, but it wouldn't hurt to ask.
"anyways, wanna go grab a bite—!" the lad was cut off by a voice.
"excuse me, you two" the said teens look behind them to see M/n approaching them.
"I happen to hear you two speaking about twins getting ambushed?" the teen with a scar on his nose raised his eyebrows
"what's it to you?" he said sternly.
"What do the twins look like?" M/n tilted his head. His voice was calm and polite but the two teens didn't seem to take kindly to this.
"Look, you should go home, and sleep it's past your bed time, old man." the teen's friend insulted, they both laughed and were about to walk away when they both felt someone grab their collars.
