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Miu was growing restless, impatient. Most of the time, he didn't entertain her impatience, even if she got it from him. Right then, he was feeling pretty eager to get on as well, after all he was even more impatient and prompt than she was. Though their motivations were entirely different. Of course, they wouldn't make it far, as there were usually at least one or two distractions that kept Enzo from progressing. Most of the time, the goal was to get him out of the hotel before anything went awry. It wouldn't be the first time that plans were tossed aside because Enzo was unwilling to let go during work hours. In truth, Kosei should have felt proud of him, considering his work ethic was historically shite.
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Right then, however, he wasn't feeling motivated by work ethic, thus he really wanted to leave.
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He sighed as the concierge spoke up. It was like clockwork here. He half expected it by this point though Enzo always looked so surprised by the disruption to their plans. With a beleaguered glance, he looked down at his watch. Relax, it's not that big of a deal. Time anxiety aside, he wasn't gonna nag Enzo for something he couldn't control.
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As he glanced back up, he noticed the boy before maybe even Enzo did and was struck by deja vu so strong that it was like a weight in his stomach. His lips pinched, the thought simmering in the back of his head before it became quite clear. "Um Miu, why don't you give Enzo a break? You can ride on my shoulders." She didn't protest too much as that would mean she'd stand taller than anyone else in the room.
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Son.
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He might have choked on the oxygen right then. Why did it feel like he'd seen this coming? "Uhhh Enzo...." Did it even need to be said that the punk walking up to them like they owned the place was the spitting image? No probably not. Enzo would remain in denial regardless. He'd just have to sit back and watch it play out.

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[attr="class","text"]The last thing Enzo wanted was for Miu (and Kosei) to begin grousing because he was holding them up. It was an inevitable extension of their departure, because it happened every time they attempted to leave the Nimbus with any sort of planned itinerary in mind.[break][break]
But he couldn’t help it! The Nimbus was his baby, the thing he’d poured all of his effort into. The ultimate distraction from the mess his life had become when he’d first got his hands on the building. Long before it had been erected and expanded into what it was now. Back when they had been two little punks trying to make something of themselves, and then just…him.[break][break]
Okay, so he’d needed the distraction and something to fixate on so that he didn’t think about his crippling loneliness (something he was certain to, aha, lovingly heckle Kosei about now.) Sue him.[break][break]
All this to say, it wasn’t much of a surprise that he got held up on the way out the door, but Enzo was trying. He could feel Miu’s messing up the careful part in his hair in her growing impatience. But it certainly wasn’t his fault that his staff, or maybe his partner, was in the business of playing silly little tricks on him.[break][break]
Enzo continued to stare, smile stretched taut. “What? You even pay some kid hanging out to do this?” The careful tailoring of his speech began to slip, trending back toward the rowdy way he’d spent most of his early life speaking in. He forced a laugh, eyes darting between Kosei and his attendant and the kid quickly sauntering up with a sort of lazy indifference that still touted a special sort of self-importance that Enzo willfully attempted to not recognize.[break][break]
Another dry sputter of laughter as he gave them a look. “Ya got me,”he reiterated, but there wasn’t any comfort in the face he was met with. His concierge looked ill, the kid looked smug, and when Kosei turned his attention to Miu, and lifted her off of Enzo’s shoulders, his stomach turned over.[break][break]
‘Sup, Pops.’[break][break]
“Kosei..” he echoed back, out of the corner of his mouth in a tone that said help sos, please say sike right now. Enzo’s stare remained on the boy, no more than probably fourteen. god, that woulda meant he’d been no more than eighteen or nineteen himself when…when.[break][break]
Aw, fuck.[break][break]
Enzo cleared his throat roughly and forced his expression to neutralize as much as he could manage. “There’s no way you’re my kid,” he said after a moment, breezily in an attempt to brush the baby conman off.[break][break]
‘Ma knew you’d say that. Remember her? Nina?’[break][break]
His expression twisted up in thought, “Nope, no Nina’s.” He waved it off, even though his brain immediately scrolled back to the exact face in memory.[break][break]
‘She said you say that too.’ It was annoying that even if he refuted it, there was no denying it. It was like he’d gone through a copy machine and spit out a mini version of himself at that age. Same sandy blond hair, same violet eyes. The same arrogant sharpness in his triumphant smile It’d be easier if he’d favored his mother.[break][break]
Kosei wasn’t gonna let him live this down. Especially after Enzo had loudly boasted about never spawning a surprise child. Numerous times.[break][break]
It was fine, he could handle this. Kid probably wanted something from him. He could deal with it. “Got a name, punk?”[break][break]
‘Nico.’[break][break]
“Well, we’ve got somewhere to be, Nico. Unless you wanna go to the zoo.” He froze, head slowly swiveling toward Kosei like it was on a hinge, his expression blatantly asking Please tell me I didn’t actually just do that, as his eyes went round, smile forced.[break][break]
‘Zoo’s baby shit, but yeah sure. I’ll go.’ The boy drawled, one shoulder shrugging as he looked up and away as if he found the ornate staircase molding more interesting. Intentional indifference, intentional insult. Too late to backpedal now, then. [break][break]

Had he woken up in his own personal hell? Did he die in his sleep or something??

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