ser padre; wilson&ludo blitz

Wilson is a father now.

A broken boy who had to grow up with the fact that he's made too many mistakes to even compete as a father. Padre. That's what the Izars called the parental figures. Unlike his cousins, Wilson doesn't know much of their dead language, but he tries to catch words here and there. Ludo and Katelyn speak it better than he could, but he doesn't make an effort to change that. He's been there walk out father for years and the guilt is still eating him away. A small smile pulling at his lips as he's preparing lunch for Ludo who's found a school with Kirito Miristioma of all people. He's quiet as he cuts the sandwich into halves, just like Ludo liked them.

"You excited for school, mi hija"?

Fingers curl around the edge of a bag of fruit he had cut up days ago. His father sleeping across the way on the couch where he's passed out from alcohol. Some days, he worries that his old man is gonna kick it from alcohol poisoning. As he fixes Ludo's meal, he stares at the finished bagged lunch for Katelyn. A chill running down his spine at her name still, but he's getting used to his daughter being named Katelyn. A smile on his lips as he wonders what Katelyn Persimmon would think about it. He'd tell her it wasn't his choice.

"You gonna look out for your hermana?"