Defending the Mask

Knowledge

Notes:

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I mean, I know I do.

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-Dark-

Nailed it.

He grins as he looks over the map of the school until he finds the small dot.

Of course his Chibi-Chan was in the science lab.

Duh.

He wasn't sure why he even bothered to hack into the kid's GPS.

He just wanted to spend more time with him before he had to head back home to get some affairs in order.

He was sure Wasabi wouldn't mind running the school for a bit, the A.I. was doing most of the work anyway.

But he was going to have to look into quicker transportation or some other fix for this distance problem.

If nothing else, he totally got these kids' need to stick together, but he couldn't stay away from the school forever.

He whistles as he casually walks the campus, ignoring the looks from the other students of the school as he leaves his post to go 'kidnap' his hopefully soon to be son.

Son.

He snorts.

He and Lilo had always been on the same page with kids.

No fucking thank you. Babies were so not their thing.

Not to mention the karma.

Ugh. The karma.

He shivers.

Between him and Lilo, any genetic offspring of theirs was destined to be a nightmare.

But a teen genius?

He grins.

Oh yeah, he could throw himself behind that.

All the awesome. None of the diapers.

He chuckles.

This was going to be one hell of an experiment.

He was barely thirty and Lilo had just turned twenty-six.

If anything this was gonna be like having a dope little brother.

That, he could handle.

He weaves his way through the school with the ease of a student.

He couldn't wait to see Carlos's face when he asked him if he wanted to help him finish up the security system.

He loved that spark of excitement that lit up the boy's eyes.

It had been years since he'd met a kid of Carlos's caliber.

Making robots and computers out of literal trash, he snorts.

How fucked up was that?

It would've been a travesty if Chibi-chan's mind had wasted away on that shit hole.