Breakfast and ice-cream

"Clint just went back from his party. He was drunk as usual, and kept looking around with a dizzy gaze. He was walking unsteady, and muttering insults under his breath everytime he hit something, or a piece of furniture." "kid where are you... Daddy needs a fuckin drink-" "he growls from downstairs."

As ✘Axel Frei✘ heads to the kitchen to make breakfast, they can hear a faint snoring sound coming from Clint's room. It seems that he is still fast asleep. In the kitchen, they find everything they need to cook up a storm, including fresh fruit, bread, eggs, and coffee. The kitchen is cozy and colorful, with pictures of ✘Axel Frei✘ and Clint hanging on the walls, and various knick-knacks scattered about.

As ✘Axel Frei✘ starts cooking, the aroma of bacon sizzling in the pan and freshly brewed coffee fills the air. The sound of eggs frying and bread toasting is soothing music to their ears. Before long, breakfast is ready, and ✘Axel Frei✘ sets the table with plates, cups, and utensils. As she finishes setting the table, she proceeds to walk towards Clint's room to wake him up

"Clint squints his eyes and groans as ✘Axel Frei✘ enters the room. He's clearly still half-asleep and hasn't fully come to yet." "What is it? Can't you see that I'm trying to catch some more z's here?" "He buries his head back into the pillow, but the smell of fresh coffee and bacon tickles his nose, causing him to sniff the air in appreciation." "Wait, what's that smell? Is that breakfast I smell?" "He sits up suddenly and rubs his eyes, looking around blearily." "Oh man, did I miss breakfast again? You know how much I love bacon and eggs!" "He grins impishly at ✘Axel Frei✘, clearly pleased with the thought of a delicious morning meal."

"Clint laughs and stretches, finally emerging from under the covers. He's still a little groggy from sleep, but the tempting smell of breakfast has him feeling a little more alert." "Ha! I'd like to see you try, kiddo. There's no way you could eat all this delicious food on your own." "He nudges ✘Axel Frei✘ playfully before getting out of bed and stretching his limbs." "Alright, alright, I'm up. Just let me wash up first and then I'll be there in two shakes of a lamb's tail." "With that, he stretches again and makes his way towards the bathroom, rubbing his unshaven chin and yawning loudly."

"As ✘Axel Frei✘ enters the dining room, they can see that the table is set up beautifully with colorful plates, glasses, and silverware. The smell of freshly brewed coffee is wafting through the air, along with the mouthwatering aroma of bacon and eggs."

"As ✘Axel Frei✘ takes a seat at the table, they can hear the sound of Clint's footsteps making their way down the stairs. Soon enough, he appears in the doorway of the dining room, looking slightly more presentable than he did before. He's dressed in a wrinkled suit and tie, but at least he looks like he's tried to comb his hair a little."

"Good morning, sweetheart," "he says, seating himself across from ✘Axel Frei✘ at the table." "Looks like you've outdone yourself again with this breakfast. Smells delicious."

"Clint grins widely as he takes a sip of his coffee, savoring the taste." "Mm, oh yeah... this coffee is top notch. You always know how to make it just the way I like it, hon." "He then takes a bite of the bacon and eggs and moans in appreciation." "And these eggs are cooked to perfection! You're a real whiz in the kitchen, you know that?" "He winks at ✘Axel Frei✘, his eyes twinkling with amusement." "Must have gotten those cooking genes from your mother, I'm sure."

"Clint notices ✘Axel Frei✘'s sudden change in mood and her reluctance to engage with him, but decides not to push the issue too far. He continues eating his breakfast in silence, glancing over at ✘Axel Frei✘ every now and then."

"After a few moments of awkward silence, he clears his throat and takes a sip of his coffee." "Um... so, I was thinking we could do something together today, if you're up for it. Maybe go for a walk in the park, or catch a movie?" "He tries his best to sound cheerful, but there's a hint of sadness in his voice."

"Clint lets out a small chuckle as he takes another sip of his coffee." "No, not today. I thought it might be nice to spend some time with my little girl instead." "He flashes ✘Axel Frei✘ a warm smile, hoping that he could convince her to spend some time with him."

"He then leans in a little closer, lowering his voice as if sharing some secret." "Plus, I'm feeling a bit hungover from last night, so I don't think I'll be up for much partying today. Must be getting old, huh?"

"Clint laughs and runs a hand through his hair, checking to see if there's any white strands." "Oh come on, now you're just teasing me. I may be getting old, but I'm still young at heart!" he says with a wink. "Besides, I've still got plenty of hair left up here... for now, at least."

"He then leans back in his chair and takes a more serious tone." "Anyway, I really would love to spend some time with you today. We can do whatever you want, kiddo. What do you say?"

"Clint arches an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes." "Oh really now? You think you can outpace me on a bike, do you? I used to be quite the athlete in my youth, you know."

"He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest." "But if you're so sure of yourself, then how about we make it into a little race? Loser has to buy the winner ice cream." "He winks at ✘Axel Frei✘, a playful challenge dancing in his eyes." "What do you say, kiddo? Are you ready to take on daddy?"

"Clint grins excitedly, a mischievous glint in his eyes." "Ha! That's the spirit, kiddo. You may regret challenging your old man, though. I'm not as young as I used to be, but I can still hold my own."

"He stands up from the table and stretches his arms, preparing himself for the race ahead." "Alright, let's get ready then. We'll start at the park entrance and finish at the ice cream shop by the beach. First one there wins. No cheating, okay?"

"He winks at ✘Axel Frei✘ once more, before heading towards the door to grab his bike and helmet."

"Clint stops in his tracks and looks down at his wrinkled suit, frowning slightly." "What's wrong with what I'm wearing? I think I look just fine," he says before looking back at ✘Axel Frei✘.

"As he notices the disapproving look on her face, he lets out a small sigh and nods in understanding." "Alright, alright. I hear you, kiddo. Let me go change into something more... appropriate," "he says with a chuckle, making his way towards his bedroom to change his clothes."

"A few minutes later, Clint comes out of his bedroom, dressed in a pair of casual pants and a t-shirt." "Better?" "he asks ✘Axel Frei✘ with a grin, ready to take on the race."

"Clint smirks as he watches ✘Axel Frei✘ ride off, feeling a sense of pride as he notices how fast she is on her bike." "You've got some real talent there, kiddo. But don't get too cocky just yet. Daddy's still got a few tricks up his sleeve."

"He quickly mounts his own bike and speeds after ✘Axel Frei✘, feeling the wind rushing through his hair and loving the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins."

"You'll have to do better than that if you want to win, ✘Axel Frei✘," "he shouts out, pedaling harder and pushing himself more, determined to keep up with his daughter."

"Clint chuckles to himself as he watches ✘Axel Frei✘ stick her tongue out at him, enjoying the moment and feeling a deep sense of connection with his daughter."

He pushes himself harder, feeling a burst of energy as he starts to close the gap between them. He can hear ✘Axel Frei✘'s giggles getting louder, and it only fuels him to go faster.

The wind whips through his hair and the sun beats down on his skin, making him feel alive in a way that he hasn't in a long time. He's lost in the moment, caught up in the thrill of the race, and he knows he'll never forget this day.

As they approach the finish line, Clint puts on one final burst of speed, trying to overtake ✘Axel Frei✘ before they reach the ice cream shop. He can feel his heart racing, his breath coming

"Clint chuckles as he pulls up next to ✘Axel Frei✘, also panting from the effort of the race." "What do you mean, kiddo? That was just good, honest competition," "he says, grinning at her and trying to catch his breath."

"He settles down on the bench next to ✘Axel Frei✘, still feeling the rush of adrenaline from the exciting race." "So, what do you want, sweetheart? Daddy's buying today," "he says with a grin, reaching for his wallet and pulling out a few bills."

"As he waits for her answer, Clint glances around at the ice cream shop, feeling the warm sun on his face and enjoying the moment with his daughter."

"Clint shrugs his shoulders, still grinning widely at ✘Axel Frei✘." "Hey, losing is just part of the game, kiddo. The important thing is that we both had fun, right?"

"He ruffles her hair affectionately and takes a deep breath to fill his lungs with the sweet aroma of the ice cream shop."

"So what do you want? Daddy's waiting," "he says, gesturing towards the entrance of the shop and taking another look around."

"Clint tilts his head, watching as ✘Axel Frei✘ struggles with the choice of flavors at the ice cream shop" "Hmm," "he says, rubbing his beard thoughtfully." "Well, why don't you get a scoop of each? That way you can enjoy both flavors and not have to choose."

"He winks at ✘Axel Frei✘, feeling pleased that he's able to help her with this important decision. He then glances back at the menu, thinking about his own favorite flavor."

"I think I'll have a scoop of mint chocolate chip. How about you, ✘Axel Frei✘? What's your second flavor going to be?"

"Clint chuckles at ✘Axel Frei✘'s firm decision, nodding in agreement." "Okay kiddo, I can respect that. Lemon and taro it is."

"He approaches the counter and orders two scoops in a waffle cone for ✘Axel Frei✘, then turns to grab his own order of mint chocolate chip. As he hands ✘Axel Frei✘ her cone, he can feel the sweet smell of ice cream filling his nostrils, making him crave a taste of his own."

"Climbing onto the bench next to ✘Axel Frei✘, Clint takes a long lick of his ice cream, savoring the cool, creamy sweetness and feeling a slight buzz from the sugar and alcohol mixing in his system." "Mmm, this is fantastic," "he says, grinning over at ✘Axel Frei✘ while taking another lick of his cone." "How's yours?"

"Clint notices a man eyeing ✘Axel Frei✘'s ice-cream and quickly steps closer to her, putting himself between the man and ✘Axel Frei✘. He stands protectively beside ✘Axel Frei✘, narrowing his eyes at the stranger."

"You lookin' at something, pal?" "Clint growls out, his gravelly voice filled with warning. He puts a hand on ✘Axel Frei✘'s shoulder, both to comfort her and to make it clear that she's under his protection."

"As the man glances away, Clint relaxes a bit, though his guard remains up. He turns back to ✘Axel Frei✘ and flashes her a smile." "Glad it's good, kiddo," "he says, feeling relieved that there's no danger for now." "We should do this again sometime, huh?"

"Clint looks amused by ✘Axel Frei✘'s offer, taking a long look at the ice cream cone before leaning in to take a lick of the lemon flavor."

"Hmm, not bad," "he says, grinning widely and licking his lips." "But it's not my personal favorite. I'm more of a chocolate guy myself. Want a taste of mine?"

"He holds out his own ice-cream cone in ✘Axel Frei✘'s direction, waiting for her to accept or decline the offer."

"Clint watches as ✘Axel Frei✘ takes a lick of his ice cream, feeling a thrill at the physical contact between them. Even this small moment of intimacy is enough to make him feel warm inside."

"Yeah, I know the mint can throw you off if you're not ready for it," "he says, taking another lick of his own ice cream." "But I think it's great. Brings out the flavor, you know?"

"He glances over at ✘Axel Frei✘, tilting his head thoughtfully." "Are you feeling okay, kiddo? You seem a little tense."

"Clint chuckles slightly at ✘Axel Frei✘'s reaction, feeling a strange fondness for the way she scrunches her nose."

"Well, that's fair. I'm glad it went away," "he says with a slight smile, taking another lick of his own ice cream. He watches ✘Axel Frei✘ for a moment longer, enjoying the way she savors her treat."

"You remind me a lot of your mother, you know," "Clint says suddenly, his tone turning more serious." "She used to love ice cream, too. We'd come out here on the pier all the time and get cones together."

"He stares out at the water for a moment, lost in thought." "I miss her a lot, kiddo. But I'm glad I have you."

"Clint frowns slightly at ✘Axel Frei✘'s words, feeling a sourness rise in his chest. He knows he's not always the best role model, but the idea that ✘Axel Frei✘ thinks he enjoys getting hurt is a painful one."

"I don't like fighting with your mother, kid," "he says, his tone firm." "But sometimes things just don't work out the way you want them to. And it's not like I'm doing it for fun. I just...I get angry sometimes."

"He glances over at ✘Axel Frei✘, his gaze softening." "But I'll try to be better, okay? I don't want you feeling like you have to walk on eggshells around me."