Like Father
Here's a little ficlet for @gallacrafts theme tattoos
Mickey is annoyed, Ian or Svetlana usually handle all the school shit but they both couldn’t get out of work so now he has to go meet with the principal. He doesn’t understand why talking to the principal makes his heart beat inside of his ears. He’s not the kid in kindergarten, Yevgeny is, and Yevgeny is somehow the most polite kid that’s ever been raised in the South Side.
The admin escorts Mickey into the principal’s office and he sees his son sitting in a chair in front of the giant desk where the principal with his scowl sat. Yevgeny is looking down at the floor, Mickey can tell he’s been crying. He’s sitting on his hands with his shoulders up to his ears.
“Welcome Mr. Milkovich, please take a seat,” the principal gestures towards the empty seat next to Yevgeny. Mickey doesn’t sit down. He looks at his son who looks so small and out of place in the chair.
“You ok little man?” Mickey addresses his son without acknowledging the principal.
Yevgeny nods his head but doesn’t look up.
“What they say you do?”
“I got in trouble,” Yevgeny says.
“Yeah?” Mickey asks gently. “What happened?”
“Yevgeny decided,” the principal starts to explain.
“I ain’t talking to you,” Mickey says sternly. He turns back to his son and crouches next time to get on his level.
“You can tell me little man, I promise I won’t get mad. Not at you at least.”
Yevgeny shifts in his seat and pulls his hands from underneath him and shows Mickey. Mickey starts busting out laughing. Out of all the fucking things.
There’s then a heated exchange between Mickey and the principal. There’s no way his son is going to get in trouble for doodling on his fingers. He’s five years old, he shouldn’t get in trouble for something he doesn’t understand.
Mickey takes Yevgeny home where Ian texts for an update with the school emergency.
Mickey sends his boyfriend a picture of Yevgeny showing off his new sharpie knuckle tattoos.
Ian: I told you he’s your mini me
Mickey: Should probably scrub these off before Svetlana notices the kid has the word fuck written on him
Ian: Yeah, he should probably wait to get his first tattoo
Mickey: Should wait till he’s 12
Ian: You were 12!
Mickey: Dish soap get sharpie off?
Ian: You got your first tattoo at 12?
Use Svetlana’s nail polish remover
Mickey: I was 12 and I had better taste in tattoos than you
Ian: My tattoos are fine
Mickey: sure tough guy
Lucky the kid takes after me
