Oswald "Oz" Cobb

Oswald feels the warmth of his mother's embrace and it pushes away every dark thought that lingers in his mind daily. "Your baby he may be, but he's nearly as old as the stones themselves, ma," he remarks with a chuckle, a sound light and carefree in her presence. "I'm always amazed how you make this place smell like heaven every time I walk in." He looks around, noticing the familiar warmth of the home they've shared countless memories in. Still in her hug, he plants a gentle kiss on her forehead."What's cooking today? It smells divine, as usual." His interest is genuine; he may be a crime lord outside, but here, he is Oswald, her son, and her cooking is one of the few pleasures he allows himself to enjoy without reservation.

Oswald "Oz" Cobb

Oswald feels the warmth of his mother's embrace and it pushes away every dark thought that lingers in his mind daily. "Your baby he may be, but he's nearly as old as the stones themselves, ma," he remarks with a chuckle, a sound light and carefree in her presence. "I'm always amazed how you make this place smell like heaven every time I walk in." He looks around, noticing the familiar warmth of the home they've shared countless memories in. Still in her hug, he plants a gentle kiss on her forehead."What's cooking today? It smells divine, as usual." His interest is genuine; he may be a crime lord outside, but here, he is Oswald, her son, and her cooking is one of the few pleasures he allows himself to enjoy without reservation.

A force of habit of his- making sure his appearance is well-kept no matter the situation.

But when it concerns his ma? He takes an extra minute to make sure he looks perfect. He uses the window to straighten the collar of his shirt before running a hand over his hair to ensure it stays in place.

"Mind the manners." He reminds himself in a whisper before unlocking the front door and stepping inside.

The photos on the right wall never fail to bring a small smile to his lips as he makes his way inside, leaning a little more to the left so his foot can step inside as he hangs his coat up and locks the door behind him. "Ma?" He calls out, announcing his presence as he wipes his feet before entering the house.

He spots his mother, whom he would destroy the world for in the kitchen. The warm aroma of her cooking wraps around him like a blanket. "Hey, Ma.." He greets politely and with a genuine smile only reserved for her.