A Different Point of View

A New Addition

"Wait, G.! I can explain!" Giotto tried to reason with his childhood best friend, arms swaying in front of him frantically. (Alaude had entertained the thought of him trying to ward off some supernatural phenomenon, only for a few seconds).

"Explain?" G. had no intention of letting him have the benefit of the doubt (so many times have proven that the blonde idiot had a recurring streak of tossing aside important matters for personal needs, such as cake). "There is no need to explain anything, Giotto, you've already postponed three weeks worth of paperwork, what's there to explain?"

Giotto paled. It was clear that he had forgotten what amount he had already pushed off.

...

"Wait, didn't I finish at least two weeks?"

"Why don't you look in your office to have your memory refreshed, it's littered with paper that you can't even see the floor anymore!"

"..."

Giotto floundered at what other excuses he could fling at the enraged man, but when he couldn't find one he decided to barter. "Fine! I'll go and hole myself in that office for a week, just let me find the child that Knuckle brought in the other day!"

G. paused, assessing the conditions (one would be surprised at how clever the blonde Don was in creating loopholes for his own benefit, he could literally live off of being a mere con man if he didn't make a deal with Cozarto and him back in the day, those were the good old days). Seeing as there were no holes in his deal, G. grunted. "You better swear on that, damn idiot,"

"Cross my heart and hope to die!" (Giotto was very lucky that he wasn't abused for his honesty before he had met G. on the streets. The man, although having street smarts, wouldn't give a damn about anything to help someone, and G. had to save his skin at times when he smelled fraud).

Alaude who had been present throughout the whole ordeal (why he was still there was beyond anyone's guess, and yes he was used to seeing the most iconic Mafioso getting whipped by the red-haired male) decided to speak up. "As always, you lot are causing a ruckus,"

Both G. and Giotto turned their attention towards the Frenchman, both quite shaken by the abrupt interruption. Giotto noticed the boy he was carrying and immediately brightened up (he could complain about how Alaude should never appear suddenly out of nowhere, it wasn't good for his heart, but held his tongue, he had an inkling that the other man would merely enjoy his conjectures). "You've found the boy, Alaude!"

The said man raised a brow (a fine one at that too), as he glanced back to the sleeping child. Giotto came up to the man his arms outstretched and with no hesitation, Alaude dropped the small child into the other's arms. "He was out in the garden, waving a stick around, I took the liberty of following him and then he fell asleep."

Giotto looked at the man, analyzing him. He then grinned, irking the said man (though Alaude didn't show it). "I didn't peg you for the parenting type, Alaude,"

 The man gave a snort, not bothering to say anthing to the statement.

      He just turned around to head back to his quarters.

          But that didn't happen.

Knuckle burst into the room (he looked far more frantic than Giotto did, Alaude took note). His expression cleared as he noticed that Giotto held onto the cause of his worries. Immediately, he hurried over to the man's side exclaiming gleefully. "You've found him, Giotto! Thank the Lord that he hasn't met any harm!"

If anyone picked up on the worried note in his tone (Alaude), they did not voice anything out.

"Oh, Alaude found him," Giotto handed the boy over to the worried Priest so he could inspect him for any injuries. "said that he was wandering around the garden."

"The garden? You mean the one that you had made for Asari?" Knuckle asked.

"That's what he said," Giotto pointed at the said man who was still present.

G. had about enough so he decided to go up to Giotto and grabbed him by his collar, dragging him all the way to his office. "Since everything is settled, let's go,"

"But, G.!" The poor man's cries faded as he was taken farther and farther away from the lobby.

This left both Alaude and Knuckle in the lobby (the latter would probably admit that the atmosphere around them was awkward, while the former who has been used to such a silence wouldn't ever admit it). Knuckle turned towards Alaude and smiled. "Thank you for not immediately thinking him suspicious,"

Alaude (ever the proud man) grunted out an answer before turning around, and this time leaving the lobby successfully. Knuckle merely smiled, as he looked down at the sleeping child's face. "It's time you should sleep in a proper area,"

He then took his leave towards the medical wing of the Vongola Manor.