( On this particular evening, he strolls his way on into the garage that comes with their new humble abode with a cardboard box in his arms. He's been out most of the day and has only just got back and is in search of his dear nephew who he thinks is in the garage here. Turns out? He's right. Just like back home, really, Nero being in it, tinkering around and working on whatever he's busying himself with at the time. Some things never change, regardless of place it seems. )
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Hey, kid. Got somethin' for ya.