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‘And what would possess me to adopt seven ill-mannered malcontents?’
From there, the ‘light supper’ had gone to shambles, half of the Umbrella Academy shocked and hopeless.
The only member Reginald Hargreeves found interesting was Number Five, who he actually took a liking too.
‘You in the culottes, a word. In private.’
They met when the rest of the Academy had flocked out, and Reginald watched as Five took a seat at the surprisingly high stools near the bar table next to him.
‘You seem to be the sensible one of the bunch,’ Reginald stated, which seemed, from him, to be a compliment.
‘That’s because I’m the oldest.’ Five replied, not expecting the laidback, non-verbal response from his father, which indicated he had witnessed crazier.
They both engaged in a chat about past-trauma and terrible fathers, when Five decided to bring up his powers, an obvious lead to the following dread that Reginald is prepared to make Five go through.
He doesn’t know this though. That is one of the few mysteries about his father. Expect the unexpected.