"Dad! How was it, huh?!" Nicholas Wilde was attacked by a Mike-shaped projectile the moment he stepped into his mother's apartment. The impact almost threw both of them to the ground, but Nick steadied himself with the use of the wall.
"Whoa, easy there. You will damage your father."
The boy looked up from the hug he was giving the adult fox and showed him a smirk.
"Nah, you're not that soft." He laughed. "So? Tell me, tell me!"
"Tell what, exactly?" Asked a female voice. A vixen in her fifties entered the hallway, wiping her paws with a kitchen cloth. Her facial features carried a strong resemblance to those of Nick's.
"Hello, mother." The fox greeted the vixen. "Thank you for taking care of Michael."
She gave him a chuckle. "No problem, Nick. You're both always welcomed here, you know that."
"Oh, I know. And I also happen to know that he can be a handful."
This comment earned him a headbutt from his son. "Hey, I'm right here!"
Nicholas ruffled the boy's head fur with