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The silver-haired man laughed charmingly at the boy's reaction. That timid look, that blazing blush, that repetitive stutter... Michael reminded him quite a bit of an old friend of his. Ah yes, that's right, he still had a few payments to make for the funeral.
Realizing the distant and hardened look he had on his face, Nikolai quickly banished it with his lazy grin and redressed himself to the point of being presentable. "
There we go." he smiled and wiped a hand against a foggy window to see outside. Time was still, well, still. By the looks of it, though, they had a few minutes left. "
Mmm, is there anything you wanted to do before night's end, dearie?" he asked and looked over his shoulder to the boy.
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