DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
"Heh, I know... I used to get my mom saying that to me. When I was eight." He laughed. "She always used to lecture me about needing to study, but I was still only learning Third Grade-equivalent Math." He smiled and shrugged again and flicked on some music. It was Counting Stars, by OneRepublic. He was playing it really quietly, though. Not too loud - he really liked this song. ".. I hope we can go to proper State School on the new school year. I'd like that." He smiled. "Dad seemed a lot happier about that idea when we were at Six Flags. Do you think me and George could go to one? You know, one of the nice ones in the area?" He asked.
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".. Goodbye, Simon. I'll be sure to call you when I'm back in America, alright?" Amari smiled at the young child and then ruffled his hair. The boy actually leaned forward and hugged him really softly.
"Bye, Vincent! I can't wait to meet George!"
"I bet he'll love to meet you, too." He chuckled. It was really late in Venice now - they were four hours ahead of the USA, and now look, it was really getting on seeing as it was evening time in New York right now. Oh well, Vincent could book himself in at a nice hotel for the night, and then he could get down to business. He needed to make some calls, start some links here and there, get some intel, and then he could make a move. There was one thing he was scared of, though. He was scared of dying. Why?
Because he wanted to see his boys again.
He said goodbye to Simon and his parents, and then made his way out of the airport area and hailed a taxi. He didn't know the area too well - the most he could do was speak to the guy and then take it from there. A general idea of where he wanted to go would be just fine - a multimillionaire does what he pleases, you know.
"Portami il miglior hotel della zona." He just asked to go to the nicest hotel in the area. He hoped that he'd get something good.
He certainly wasn't expecting a five-star place, but that's what he got. (@Axel1313)
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".. Goodbye, Simon. I'll be sure to call you when I'm back in America, alright?" Amari smiled at the young child and then ruffled his hair. The boy actually leaned forward and hugged him really softly.
"Bye, Vincent! I can't wait to meet George!"
"I bet he'll love to meet you, too." He chuckled. It was really late in Venice now - they were four hours ahead of the USA, and now look, it was really getting on seeing as it was evening time in New York right now. Oh well, Vincent could book himself in at a nice hotel for the night, and then he could get down to business. He needed to make some calls, start some links here and there, get some intel, and then he could make a move. There was one thing he was scared of, though. He was scared of dying. Why?
Because he wanted to see his boys again.
He said goodbye to Simon and his parents, and then made his way out of the airport area and hailed a taxi. He didn't know the area too well - the most he could do was speak to the guy and then take it from there. A general idea of where he wanted to go would be just fine - a multimillionaire does what he pleases, you know.
"Portami il miglior hotel della zona." He just asked to go to the nicest hotel in the area. He hoped that he'd get something good.
He certainly wasn't expecting a five-star place, but that's what he got. (@Axel1313)