Umbra impatiently tapped his foot, biding his time as he waited for the door in front of him to open.

Beside him, Victor hovered close by, clutching his hand as if his life depended on it. He was barely seven years old, and he still got nervous when they left the house.

“Where are they? Morena said they'd be home,” Umbra muttered, knocking on the door once more.

“Yeah?” The visor on the door slid open, two blue eyes filling in the space.

“I've been waiting for almost five minutes,” Umbra murmured, his voice taking on a snarl, “If you wish to run an effective business, you shouldn't ignore your customers.”

With a series of snaps and clicks, Morena threw open the door, reclining against the doorframe. Her plump lips were pursed into a frown. “I was hoping you'd leave.”

Umbra huffed, wrapping his arm around Victor and rolling his eyes.

“Oh, who do you got here?” Morena asked, perking up as she leaned down to pat Victor’s head, “Is that a new sweater, sweetie? You look adorable. A cutie like you shouldn't be outside in this grubby hallway. Come on, Victor.”

“Babe, Victor and his dad are here,” Morena called as she led Umbra and Victor into her apartment.

Salvador was seated on the couch, hunched over the dissected barrel of a gun. Upon hearing Morena’s words, Salvador lifted his head, lifting his goggles onto his forehead.

“Aw, hey, kiddo,” Salvador said with a grin, “I made some cookies earlier, so help yourself. They're on the counter.”

Umbra waved his wallet in the air. “I'm literally a customer!”

Salvador raised a hand, smiling bashfully. “Remember the distance thing, Umbra. You're still not allowed within two feet of me, not after a couple months ago.”

From the counter, Victor looked up, cookie crumbs on his chin. “What did you do to Mr. Muerte, Dad?”

“We were short on money and he looked like an easy target,” Umbra muttered, cheeks red, “How was I supposed to know that the black market's number one arms dealer Salvador Muerte was just some fat guy with an angry wife?”

“If you talk about my husband like that again, Mortis, I'll cut out that silver tongue of yours,” Morena said through grit teeth.

Umbra shrugged, plopping onto the couch across from Salvador. “Let's just get to business.”

//morena and sal as partners in crime make me happy. also everyone loving victor and hating umbra is hilarious