Stormy start
Konstantin had been a father for less than a day and he was already getting sick of it. Not that it was his kid's fault for Mikhail was stretched across his office floor, silently staring out the balcony doors at thunderclouds on the horizon. No, his son was not the problem, Konstantin mused, it was the rest of his family that was driving him crazy. Despite his insistence that everything was fine and that he just wanted a few days to get to know his newly adopted child and let him settle in before overwhelming him with extended family, everyone kept calling and trying to invite themselves over. On top of that everyone and literally their mothers had some advice for him.
"It's like they think I didn't do research, or that no one ever successfully wings this sort of thing." Konstantin muttered as he ran a had through his disheveled black hair. For the moment the man was parked in his plush leather office chair, a place from which he could always easily reach a phone and respond to the many mails he was currently receiving. He had learned early on in life that ignoring members of the Volkov family only lead to them getting more annoying.. although the same could be true of himself as well.
If Mikhail had heard his father's complaints the boy had chosen not to respond, not that the older male was all that surprised. He'd been warned when he'd chosen Mikhail that he'd be a little ..peculiar. The Asian lung in him could cause him to be more fascinated by shifting weather patterns that by what people had to say at the moment. It had been an interesting thing for Konstantin to note along with several other facts the cheerful MS. Apoxi had given him during his little mini tour of the labs. That at least had been advice he hadn't minded, information that was vital to understanding Mikhail and how to react to oddities related to his genetic makeup. In fact touring the rooms where the young children were and receiving Mikhail had been the least stressful part of his day thus far.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and in an instant Mikhail was on his feet and scrambling to press himself against the sliding glass doors.
Konstantin was immediately grateful he'd chosen carpeted flooring for his office over wood. The claws on his Misha's four feet would have undoubtedly scratched the hell out of wood. As it was they were probably always goignt o cause the boy some form of problem in various locations, unless he just chose to float around of course.
It was little things like that that had helped Konstantin be sure Mikhail was the child for him. While he had great respect for those who took in children with truly special needs and those whose mobility was limited even on Gaia he could not be that person. For every problem his tauric lower half would cause Mikhail there was something about him that would minimize it to a mere annoyance. Well except for maybe getting his semi transparent lower third caught in doors. When it looked like you were partially disintegrating people were probably going to pay no mind to closing doors behind you before all of you was actually inside.
The sky had darkened over the past few minutes as the storm clouds had rolled in accompanied by another peal of thunder, the lightning that caused it hidden up in the clouds. Mikhail gave a soft whimper and shifted a bout on in his feet in an antsy way. It was clear that the coming thunderstorm has the pink skinned boy far more excited than scared though, as evidenced by the way his normally pale yellow eyes, reflected in the glass, seemed to almost glow in anticipation.
" You want to go splash about in the puddles Misha?" Konstantin asked with amusement. He could ignore his family for a half hour or so to take his son out to play. Though he'd never been a fan of turbulent weather himself the older male supposed he could learn to love storms for the sake of his child.
* takes places ages ago
