Dadgelo Part Two

Angelo had stayed late at the Rosales mansion, even after making the first phone call. He'd talked to several of the kids. And then he'd made even more phone calls.

Phone calls to Jack. To Enzo. To the station again, because he realized he'd left some info out. Then he'd gone home, promising to return in the morning.

He'd slept, and it had been good. A relief beyond all else, exhaustion taking hold.

He'd woken early, packed his things, stopped by the office to give the chief the utter basics--it would take too long otherwise--and then it was back to the mansion.

Angelo had a stack of paperwork in hand as he settled into the Rosales library, making himself available to whoever wanted to talk to him. The kids. The adults. Shay. There were people he hadn't even met who he might end up adopting, and Angelo couldn't quite sort out his feelings on the matter. He knew he should be nervous--it was a shitton of responsibility--but he didn't.

He felt sort of quiet inside, like the calm before the storm.

Maybe he was just too busy to be nervous.

Angelo had met Sherry once before, and so her appearance didn't completely surprised him. Even so, he couldn't quite remember where. The winter cabin? The New Years party? Something even before that? Truthfully he couldn't remember. Even while working on the adoption, he was still discovering new kids that he didn't know Klaus had adopted.

"Come in," Angelo called. "You don't have to knock--it's your house."

It sure as hell wasn't his house. He'd be getting his own place, not trying to compete with the memory of Klaus by living in the guys house. Space was important, and after an abandonment? Getting away from all the unhappy memories was that much more so.

"I assume you wanted to talk?" Angelo said, collecting up his papers and setting them to the side.

Angelo really didn't feel like he did deserve privacy. It wasn't his house. He was in someone else's house, sitting in someone else's library. He'd inserted himself into their lives. He should be bending to fit them, not vice versa.

Angelo made sure everything was properly tidied away before turning to face her properly, gesturing to the many seats around the library. "Grab a seat, if you want. Or we can go somewhere else, if you have something else in mind. I suppose I should probably start at the beginning though... how much do you really know about me?" Angelo paused, realizing he was sort of directing the conversation, even though he thought he shouldn't be.

"Or we can talk about whatever you'd like."

Angelo actually cringed at sir. Sir? He was going to adopt her (probably, anyway) and he was a 'sir'?

"Just Angelo is fine, really. Everyone calls me that." Which meant it was the very least the kids could do.

"Being totally honest with you... not much. Highschooler? Beyond that, almost nothing. Shay hasn't been around to catch me up to speed, and I don't think we've ever met except maybe across a room once or twice. So I suppose it's probably best to start from zero, if you don't know much about me."

Angelo paused for a moment, then offered his hand for a shake. Probably better to treat Shay like an adult then to treat her like a kid. Starting off on the right foot and all.

"Names Angelo Genovese. I've been on the island for... probably around a decade now. I work for the Manta Carlos police department, and I met Shay when the tsunami rolled through. Before she was even a Rosales. I'm a half-reaper too, but I didn't know it back when I met her."

Ice powers? Elemental powers were undeniably useful, especially on the island, but it was the super casual mention of a girlfriend that made Angelo raise an eyebrow.

So much for his neatly prepared speech.

"I haven't met her yet, have I?" He asked, mentally raking his brain to try and remember. He was pretty sure he hadn't, but he honestly couldn't say for sure either. "I'm not going to crack down or anything, but once we've moved I would like to meet her when you bring her over the first time for security reasons."

Definitely good to get that out of the way.

"I was only a bit older than you are now when I first came to the island, but before that... well, part of the mafia. Helps me get a general idea of how this all works, which I suppose makes it pretty useful. Useful for work too--no one knows the criminal underbelly like someone who was running around it as a kid, after all. Less explanations, for one."