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Tito leaned against the wall of Loki court with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, one foot tapping out an annoying rhythm against the floor. He stared ahead idly, occasionally checking his watch. Once or twice one of his hands would unconsciously slip out of a pocket to touch his chest or rub a shoulder - a slightly nervous twitch, which

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[saygoodbyeagain]

A small tug from behind Tito made the man turn around. Minkah stood there, a backpack on his back and big eyes looking up at Tito.

"Am I late?" The boy questioned, eyes dropping to the watch on Tito's wrist and back up at Tito.

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The Italian dropped his pensieve expression in favour of a large smile. "Of course not, little Minkah!"

He held out a hand to the small boy. "Got everything? Ready to go?"

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Minkah accepted the hand, much smaller hand encompassed in Tito's larger one. It was easy to see how people questioned his status as even an undergraduate at the school.

"Yes." He looked around the bus stop, curious to ride public transport in England for the first time.

"Bus?"

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"Of course, little one!" He smiled again, watching as the bus pulled up, jangling the change he had for their fares in one of his pockets.

"Where do you want to sit - upstairs or downstairs?"