(Anthony is drunk off his mind from feeding off kine at a nightclub and is like "wE'Re aLl mOnStErS!! YoU'Re a mOnStEr!! dOn't tOuCh mE YoU MoNsTeR!!" and Grigori is like "yes, we have been over this, now shut up and get into this taxi so I can help you sober up.") Not that he'll be grateful, the little shit, but someone has to do it." Then later that night he's chilling watching Baby Yoda with Norman and Anastasia and gets a text and sighs because his newest baby brother, Anthony, has gone on another bender and is crying over his daddy/mummy/sire issues and Grigori's like "I should go scrape him off the road in Times Square before one of our cousins gets word of this and beats him up again. THEY WHINED SHE WAS WEAK AND SHE SHOWED THEM RIGHT DIDN'T SHE" Also your great-grandchilder were picking on Anastasia again" you know I don't give shit about Vicissitude. it's far superior to any sofas YOU would make, because you're too busy doing BLOOD MAGIC like some kind of TREMERE POSER" Like Grigori's just minding his own business when he gets a text from Andrei like "check out my new sofa. Can you imagine tho the hellish sibling rivalry/family drama that must happen if you're a childe of Sascha Vykos
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