#sascha sionis

Sascha calling Roman “boss” before she calls him “Dad” is still my best idea.

She’s probably been doing it for days before he realizes.

Sascha: Can I eat in front of the TV?

Roman: Knock yourself out. But spill anything on the couch, and it’s your ass.

Sascha: Thanks, boss!

Roman: *five minutes later* …What the fuck? How long has that been going on?

Victor: I'unno. ‘Bout a week?

Roman: And you just let it?

Victor: Kinda figured you were fine with it since you didn’t say anything. And I thought it was pretty cute.

Roman: It’s fucking adorable, Victor. That’s not the point.

Sascha’s been around mobsters and rough characters her whole life and has a very advanced vocabulary for her age. Roman thinks it’s hilarious hearing her cussing in her little kid voice, but the calls from her teachers are getting tiresome.

Sascha: Dads said I can swear, just not at school. *intense whisper* But that’s where I need to the most.

She has to save it up all day until her driver picks her up.

Angie: How was school, kiddo?

Sascha: *from the backseat* FUCK!

Angie: …That bad, huh?

Sascha: No, it was fun. We did state capitols.

Sascha watches The Godfather and the next day has to make absolutely sure that Roman doesn’t kill horses. Otherwise she might have to rethink this whole adoption situation.

For the record, his answer is “Ew, no.”

Also for the record, she’s seen Victor kill people*, and this is apparently perfectly fine and not a cause for reevaluating her parentage like potential ponycide would be.

And, yes, Roman probably could’ve tried a little harder to figure out how to put parental controls on her TV instead giving up in a snit after fifteen minutes, but seeing as she had already seen Victor kill people*, he wasn’t sure what good they would’ve done anyway.

*(Technically, they were mostly reanimated Talons, so exactly how alive they were by that point is debatable, but still.)