What impressed him the most was his brain for business. Yet he chose VR sciences. He supposed that was vastly his father's influence on him.
He couldn't believe this monster of a kid would've been buried in the lower district. If he hadn't clawed his way out with two of his bare hands, with the help of the game of course.
He wouldn't have made it out, his potential and hopes would've withered when he was hit with he reality that he couldn't make it out because of where he was born.
He could only admire him as a business man but as a father he couldn't help but be stubborn.
It was around 1pm when the door sounded again. Wilfred appeared, two silhouettes walking behind him.
"Some nerve you have Blakeson, to come to my house." Sekani bellowed, it wasn't the alcohol talking as he quickly sobered up.
"A child's 17th is very important, I thought I should come down and offer my best wishes." Gilbert said with a sly smile.
"You aren't welcome here, neither of you are." Kiro dangerously said. His voice came out really cold, like he wasn't the kid drunk out of his mind a minute ago.
"Come on—"
"After all you and your son had done, you can't hope for some kind of relationship, get out." Kiro had taken a step forward at this point.
"That was just boys being boys, and I must admit, I acted rushly as a father. I shouldn't have done that." He said smugly.
Sekani walked forwards, and came face to face with him. "Firing me and my wife was the best decision, of course for you it was a terrible one but for us, out of it opportunity was born."
He turned to Wilfred as he went to sit down, taking a swig of his drink, "I don't like acting like I'm better than others, but Wilfred, ensure these people never set foot in this estate again."
"What shall I do with their gifts, Mr. Waynworth?"
"Throw them in a bin, far away from the house as possible."
"Yes sir, sorry for letting them in. Forgive my blunder."
He gave him a genuine smile, "you couldn't have known."
Gilbert threw his hands in the air, "fine, don't touch me, I really just came here in peace. Silva." He left acknowledging Jesús.
The troublemakers left. Kiro thought it was strange, how quiet and meek Isaac had become in front of his father, it was almost laughable.
Kiro rolled his eyes, he thought he'd hear something interesting. Then, his arm was nudged by someone. It was Isla.
"Nice watch." She complimented.
"It was a gift." Kiro grinned.
"I expect there will be more of them in there." She pointed to the mountain of gifts he'd received.
"But this is the only one my wrist will ever accept." He pointed at the silver watch.
She blushed. They stood side by side watching the others playing tag. They were not only drunk, but they also had to run on the slippery snowy ground. So it was messy.
Kiro noticed 3 people coming in from the direction of the gate. "Who are they." He jerked his head toward them.
The second Isla's eyes fell on them, she involuntarily put some distance between herself and Kiro.
"S-siblings!" She said barely a whisper.
"You must be Kiro Waynworth. I'm Wallace Silva." He shook hands with him.
"Dion." He simply raised his hand as a greeting.
"Tiana." She got too close to Kiro, he could practically feel her breath.
She made him hold her hand, and slowly rose it to his lips. Kiro knew her intentions, he didn't want to do it though. He looked at Isla, who gave him a 'if you have to' defeated look.
"I'm just playing, you really are handsome though. Especially your eyes. Too bad my sister saw you first." She slowly touched his cheek, tracing her finger down to his lips.
"T!" Isla shouted, she couldn't watch anymore.
She looked back at her bright red sister, "I'm only teasing him." She walked into the house.
For the first time since he regressed, he could feel that his trousers were filling up. Something was rising in there.
'Oh sh*t!'
He bolted into Philip's apartment to take a very cold shower. That always helped him.