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Geppetto smiled to his son and Carlo smiled back, blood still on his face. “Good job my son” Geppetto said as he put his hat on and turned to start walking away making a gesture for Carlo to follow. As requested he did.
“Who exactly were they?” Carlo commented as he caught up.
Geppetto gave him a look, and decided to answer his son. “Just some squatters. They took over the Hotel when I left to get you”
“Oh, Good we got rid of them… But they did say some interesting things…” Carlo trailed off.
“Oh, don’t mind that, forget they said anything” Geppetto watched Carlo as his face changed from being interested in the words spoken to a blissful ignorance of them even speaking. Geppetto chuckled to himself… His work is as good as ever.
“Oh, and forget their faces, the rats will get to them soon enough”
“Of Course Father.”
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Author's note: Yeah sorry this one is short-