Bourbon leaned against the wall, smiling with great interest.
"You're right, Tequila has this kind of character. The more you hit him, the more he will love you." He touched his chin with one hand and said with a smile, his tone was both serious and joking.
Ireland glanced at Bourbon warningly.
"Don't teach him such things." He covered Aito's ears.
It's better for children not to hear about this kind of thing.
In case you are curious and have to ask why, it is very troublesome to explain why a masochist is a masochist.
Moreover... Tequila is not a masochist, Bourbon is just talking nonsense.
You don't need to listen to nonsense.
"Okay, okay, worried Irish dad." Bourbon raised his hands with a bored look on his face.
But soon he showed an ambiguous smile:
"Want to come sleep in my room, Ivy?"
Ireland ignored Bourbon and carried the boy back to the room.
Not surprisingly, Bourbon also suppressed his smile.
Ireland's approach was expected by him, and to be honest, he was a little strange.
Ireland is a little too kind to Avicril, almost like he is Avicril's biological father.
Treating Avicril as an ordinary child, he was even afraid that Bourbon would teach him bad things.
He clearly knew that Avicril could beat Tequila into a state where life would be worse than death.
What a strange guy.
But... maybe he was controlled emotionally by that little monster Avicril.
They are already monsters, so they must be able to do this kind of thing.
While thinking about it, Bourbon returned to the room, looked at the new bed that no one had used, breathed a sigh of relief, and then lay down on it without hesitation.
He doesn't like things that have been used by others, except those that were stolen.
Ireland put Aito down on the bed and sat down, looked into the boy's eyes, and touched the boy's hair a little feebly.
"Don't imitate bourbon." His tone was full of complexity.
Avicril will grow up sooner or later.
I won't always be as ignorant as I am now.
But if he becomes a dandy like Bourbon, who talks frivolously and behaves like a rich man...
For example, wearing a v-neck shirt or a Cuban collar shirt with a frivolous smile, and asking someone with an ambiguous smile if they want to sleep together tonight...
When Ireland thinks of such a scene, he feels that his sanity is gradually collapsing.
Rather than that, it would be better to...
He looked at the young man with a slightly deep look, as if he was having a duel with himself, struggling with something in his heart.
"If only you would never change..." he murmured softly.
The young man with white hair and blue eyes looked at him with confusion.
Never change...?
My parents also said the same thing.
"It would be great if you wouldn't grow up, I wouldn't grow old, and we wouldn't change, and we would always be like this..." Ireland bent down and hugged him and whispered in a complicated tone.
Maybe Avicril will leave him when he grows up, but even if he doesn't...they will be separated sooner or later.
Nothing in the world is permanent.
Pisco will grow old and die.
So will Ireland.
People will eventually lose the existence they cherish little by little.
But Avicril didn't understand what Ireland meant.
No matter how emotional and complicated Ireland was, Avicril still could not empathize with him, or even understand him.
Because for him, death is not the end.
The boundary between life and death is not obvious to him.
And for him, who is immortal and immortal, aging is something he doesn't have to think about.
"But I also hope to see you grow up, if I can still be by your side at that time..." Ireland continued in a low voice.
He doesn't want Avicril to change, but he also wants to see what he will look like when he grows up.
People are always so greedy, and he is no exception.
"Yes, Uncle Ireland will always be by my side." Aito could react to Ireland's words. He hugged him back and said softly with a smile.
Because Uncle Ireland loved him very much and would be willing to stay with him even if he died.
"...I hope so." Ireland sighed.
He can't make a promise.
A promise that cannot be fulfilled means deception.
"Why did you take off your gloves?" he asked, looking at Aito's hands.
"There was an accident and the gloves were torn..." Aito also looked at his hands and explained easily and naturally.
There were no wounds or residual blood on his hands.
"I still have a lot of gloves," he said with a smile.
Sister Akemi, Sister Shiho and Sister Junerik all gave him a lot of gifts before. Sister Akemi gave him gifts bought from outside, while Sister Shiho and Sister Junerik gave him gifts made by themselves.
The gloves made for him using materials provided by the organization are of much better quality than most gloves.
"That's good." Ireland was not relieved after seeing the traces left by the accident on the boy.
Their dinner was served in the room, cooked by Robert and delivered to the room.
Because there was a tequila lying in the living room, Bourbon and Irish were not very willing to go downstairs to eat.
After falling asleep, Aito's soul entered the system space.
After this period of time, if brother Lai Yin sees him again, he will probably fall in love with him even more.
He appeared in a dark space and saw a dark figure in a dark corner.
As if being gradually eroded by the dark space, the other person was lying on the ground, his long black hair blending into the space.
Only the white face can be seen.
Lai Yinzheng was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he had lost consciousness.
"Brother Yin?" Aituo walked to the other party's side.
In this space, his footsteps sounded particularly clear.
But the figure on the ground showed no reaction at all.
It's like a hamster raised in a cage, only to be found dead in the cage.
He knelt down and touched the other person's face, and he could feel the temperature of each other's souls when their souls were in contact.
Lai Yin's face was cold, but Aito's hands were warm.
"Why are you ignoring me?" He saw the other person lying motionless, so he also lay down, putting his arms under his chin, and asked confused and aggrieved.
The man with long black hair struggled to open his eyes. His green eyes were less cold and more complex.
The green color in his eyes became darker and more eerie.
"...I seem to be blind and can't speak anymore." He looked at the darkness above and was silent for a long time before slowly speaking.
If a person stays in the dark for a long time, he will lose the ability to speak, and eventually become a walking zombie and lose his human instinct.
Day and night, all I saw was darkness and no sound.
It once made people feel that they had lost their vision and hearing, and could only live in silent darkness from now on.
Cold and dead silence.
So he subconsciously grabbed the only existence around him that had heat, could make sounds, and could even be regarded as a light source.
"Don't leave me again..." His tone was inexplicably low.
"...I will go crazy..." His body trembled unconsciously, and his eyes widened subconsciously.
It was a look that even he himself didn't know what he was talking about.
He said he would go crazy, but it seemed like he was already crazy.