🍻-- He'd had a few of them throughout the years, granted most of the time they'd been followed by tragedy or trouble for even being slightly related to him (something in the genes, he supposed, at this point), and more often than not he hadn't even known that they existed until things went horribly wrong - kids, that was. Between all of his trysts with women, of course at least a couple of those would produce a kid or two. Not that any of them told him, or if they did he hadn't cared at the time or it hadn't reached him: the Mongrels had been that sort of case. Then there were the clones like Laura who still viewed him as a father figure. Akihiro had been his very own category of messed up. The situation with Amiko wasn't ideal either. - The new generations of mutants from Krakoa... the young new faces when he'd been teacher and headmaster...
He'd never been able to do it either right or properly.
Either way, here he was with a kid in his arms. Despite the protests, he'd picked the boy up, holding the kid close - no fair making the kid walk all the way. Besides even without his sense of smell being as acute as he was used to, he could feel the worry rolling off of the little guy in waves. And there was nothing more urging for those instincts of his than a scared child. "Just tell me where ya live, all right? I'll get you there."
@desertmiracle // starter call
