Proud to have you
continued from mpxrowoon : @mpxrowoon
"I have nearly completed my research presentation for the Board of Trustees-" Rowoon calls back as he hears the door to his father's office open. He'd commandeered most of the bat god's desk with his paperwork, files and laptop for the last few days as he worked towards presenting his finds to the hospital's trustees, and most importantly it's Director. Whom seems to keep his father very busy, as since starting work in the hospital, Rowoon had barely seen the god at all!
With his head bent over figures in his hands, Rowoon stands a tall figure in the large office, with his father's head of silky black hair, nearly combed as always - the spitting image of him and possibly even mistakable for him from a distance!
Lifting his head to look over at the god, Rowoon offers him a soft smile before the man's arms open, as if inviting him closer for an embrace. He's confused for a moment, this was after all a work setting... but, with that gentle, inviting smile on Camazotz lips and a deep, burning desire to always be near the man present as always, the demigod gives in with a soft hum. Closing the file he slips it onto the desk on his way past, before moving over to hug his slightly shorter father. "Dad" he murmurs into his shoulder, having laid his head quite comfortably.
Camazotz knows what to expect when he walks into his official office, just around the corner from his other large desk that stands outside of the directors like a toll gate. Making sure no one disturbs the moneky king, and that Wukong doesn’t escape him... Maybe more so the latter. This time he had come from a meeting though when he opens the door to step inside and be welcomed by the sight of his tall son hard at work. The looks Rowoon gives him as he looks up from the paperwork is all too familiar... Both from having watched him and from knowing he looked like that himself.
With a nod he agrees to his sons work, that he was doing well and right on schedule. He had no doubts about it. He had even heard some good things from a few other employees though he knows people like himself and his son can be something to get used to. He was already doing fantastic. And so he says nothing as the bat god instead opens his arms. Waiting for his son to understand the gesture and come over to him. They weren’t naturally good at these things, the two of them. He sees the confusion and then the softly blooming smile of acceptance. Caça can wait all day if he had to, standing there with his arms opened. Thankfully it doesn’t take that long as soon he is embracing his lanky son is his own slightly shorter and slightly more buff body. His arms wind around his boy tightly and one hand presses up to the back of his head, patting it once before his voice comes out as a low murmur. “Good job, son.” He knows his son will already like these 3 simple words.
