|Dr. OD (apothegmcary) wrote in portentousic,|
@ 2019-08-01 19:30:00
Reuben hadn't always been a great father. Hell, he probably still wasn't all that good, truth be told. He'd missed a lot of Rufus' life, between business for the gang and quarrel with his ex-wife. She hadn't really wanted Rufus around his father's shady dealings, and if he was honest, Reuben didn't really either.
But things were different now. The gang was the safest place for Rufus. Ghost would be his family, because only God knew how much longer Reuben had on this cursed earth.
Of course, that didn't mean Reuben couldn't help a little. Rufus had eschewed the mace and spurned the idea of carrying a gun, but nobody was going to want to mess with this dog. Pitt Bulls and Rottweilers each carried a brutal reputation, so to have both in the same dog certainly meant it would be twice as intimidating (even if he had a big, dumb smile that made Reuben want to squish his jowls). People he passed in the hallway looked both nervous and excited by the wiggling mass of brown and black fur as Reuben walked towards his son's door. The knock that followed was to the tune of shave and a haircut.