Ivy Clear is a troublesome little guy.

Gin thought as he leaned his back against the pillow.

Because the annoying imp was lying on his chest, and he was already sleeping on his own.

There was still a smile and a flush on his face.

Even the smoke of the cigarette he lit didn't affect the other party's sleep in the slightest.

He was pulled on all fours like an octopus, and he had a posture that he would never go down unless he chopped off his limbs.

Gin is not only indifferent in his heart, but even has the leisure to think about vodka, and he should be envious if he sees it.

If the other party is envious, then he will arrange for Vodka to sleep on the chest of Vodka for a night, so that Vodka can feel what it feels like.

Anyone with something pressed on their chest will not sleep comfortably.

Fortunately, it didn't matter to him if he didn't sleep for a few days, so he closed his eyes without saying a word.

Only this once, there will be no next time.

You can't be too indulgent with Avi Crear.

"Get up." Gin looked at the curtains that were faintly printed, and his voice was low.

"Good morning." Aitto opened his eyes and rubbed his old father's neck.

Gin sat up straight and stood on the edge of the bed, with Avikril still hanging from him.

"Go down and wash your face, and go back to Tokyo after washing, don't you want to see Shirley sooner?" Gin dragged the man down and put him on the bed and asked.

As long as you give Avi Clear a target of interest, the other party will not be so clingy.

Sure enough, the young man who heard Gin's words quickly rushed into the bathroom.

Gin stood in place and straightened his clothes, frowned slightly, and put on his coat that he had spread aside.

He has some cleanliness habits, but he can also endure it.

After all, when I was in the training ground or incubation base, let alone changing clothes every day, I didn't necessarily change my clothes for a week.

The clothes that had been stripped from the dead were also worn.

When doing tasks, there will not be such good conditions for him to change clothes every day.

It stands to reason that Gin, who grew up in such an environment, shouldn't have a cleanliness fetish, but he did.

He picked up the hat on the side again, patted it and put it aside, and then walked into the bathroom.

The gesture skillfully found the disposable toiletries provided by the hotel in the cabinet.

Stand in front of the mirror with the white-haired teenager and brush your teeth.

The man with long silver hair was expressionless, but the white-haired boy was smiling brightly.

They do look like father and son, with an indescribable and inexplicable fit.

Gin stands in front of the mirror to comb his hair, and it will be a little troublesome to take care of his long hair, but it is their family tradition to have long hair, because the one who said that Gin should be long hair, so every Gin has long hair.

"I brought a comb! Let me comb your hair! Avikril took out an air cushion comb out of nowhere, and raised the comb with great interest.

He had been carrying a comb with him since before, just to wait for this moment.

Gin lowered his eyes and glanced at the other party, sat on the edge of the bed, and silently acquiesced to the proposal.

Aito knelt beside the bed, carefully holding the other party's long silver hair, looking very cherished.

Then hold the hair in one hand and comb it through the end with a comb in the other.

"Shall I also have long hair? It's more like PAPA, right? He whispered as he brushed his old father's hair.

"You're just going to look like a girl." Gin opened his mouth with his eyes closed.

Even if he has long hair, he will not be mistaken for a girl, because his appearance is not feminine, handsome but not feminine, but a kind of ruthless.

And Avi Clear's looks...... Even if you have short hair, you can be mistaken for a girl, and wearing a long wig can make Vodka wonder if it has the face of a twin sister.

Too male and female, too delicate and soft.

"Short hair is more suitable." Gin said.

At least when you have short hair, there will only be a few people who mistake each other for girls, but long hair is ...... No one would think that Avi Clear was a boy.

"Okay then." Aitto replied with some disappointment.

"Comb it up, put it on again, and it's perfect!" He picked up the hat and put it on Gin's head, looking proud and begging for praise.

"Gone." Gin put his hands in his coat pockets and was about to go outside.

But when he realized that Avi Crell hadn't followed, he stopped and looked back.

"Hug." The white-haired boy stood behind him and held out his hand to him.

Gin stood still and looked at Aviclell for nearly a minute, neither of them moving.

The young man looked a little stubborn when he stretched out his hand.

"If memory serves, you're twelve, not twelve." Gin said as he picked the man up.

He had always had only one holding position, and the posture of holding a child had become very skillful under the stalking of Avikre.

"That's how Papa brought me back at the beginning." Aito put his arms around his old father's neck and said with a contented sticker.

So he was particularly attached to Gin's hug and body temperature.

Gin didn't have much to say about it.

After all these years, Avi Crell has not changed.

Neither the mind nor the way of thinking has changed in the slightest, not even in appearance.

Aside from the fact that the body was repaired, nothing else had changed.

Everyone will change a little because of different choices at different times, but Avi Clear will not.

He has not changed at all.

It's like being forgotten by time and fate, or trapped by past experiences.

It's just that the so-called past is not necessarily the past made by Glenlevy or Tita.

It's the past much earlier.

After all, that one has never changed.

It always looks like a young man.

It's all crazy, it's all monsters.

Aviclell may have shared memories with that one, but one had forgotten them, and the other desperately wanted to remember.

So he kept painting and making other handicrafts with his own hands.

Gin once couldn't understand the man's interests, but after meeting Aviclell, he instantly understood the reason for the man's actions.

"Can you really grow up?" Gin asked meaningfully.

He hasn't changed for decades, if not centuries.

Is it okay for Avi Creel?

“…… I don't know......" Aitto was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

The holder of the code is immortal, so can he grow up?

He never seemed to have seen himself grow up in his memory.

He always remembered being five or six years old, while Waldrome's brother was thirteen or fourteen years old in his memory.

But he's twelve years old now, so ......

You should be able to grow up, right?

"I measured my height and found that I had grown a centimeter taller." Aitor carefully laid out the evidence.

"Really?" Gin was noncommittal, implying an unclear response.

He had grown up watching Avicler, and the other party had indeed grown from eight or nine years old to eleven or twelve, but that one had not changed.

It's a big secret, and people who try to know it are usually easy to die.

So Gin didn't continue to ask, but just flagged down a taxi to the airport.

(End of chapter)