[@knifeman] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLmI4MDBiNy5WbWx2Y21Wc0lFWnBZV05vY21FLC4w/parseltongue.regular.png[/img][/center] “You look handsome, like the time we spent our anniversary at the eatery in France,” she says fixing a crease on his coat and laying a hand on his shoulder. Sometimes he felt hesitant in these moments. He wanted to kiss her, but felt that was too forceful. Gemina smiles at him, there’s a twinkle in her eye. Sometimes he wonders if he cursed her with such animation and such swell of emotions. Then there are times when he is reminded of walking on the beach with her in the 20s. They nearly got arrested for taking the shells of the beach, but someone recognized him in the department back then. “You are more beautiful age,” he tells her, she giggles, and turns into him. Leaning in, her eyes closed, and herself on her tippy toes. Viorel closes his eyes as well and they give each other a peck on the lips. “Viorel,” Laura’s sharp tone startled the both of them. “Oh,” Gemina turns away shyly. “Is there something the matter?” Viorel ask Laura. “No I’d like to bring something to your attention,” Laura says. “Very well,” Viorel bows slightly, he looks to Gemina. “I’ll tend to the children,” Gemina says walking off towards the basement. Laura watches her, then looks at him. “You two are so weird, Angy grabs me arse in public and you two innocently peck each other’s lips like its some fantasy fairy tale, but act like I walked in on you guys having sex,” Laura remarks. “We just like to remain modest,” Viorel replies. Laura shakes her head and ushered him from the hallway across the door to the call center. It’s where a few New Breeds of the past community took care of calls. The ones who wanted to help, but couldn’t provide much assistance on the field, did so here. Taking in complaints and other cases. “As I know I screen everything each SYNBAD members does, you’re aware of some members Snapgram accounts?” Laura ask. “Yes, it’s where I pose my puppets,” Laura gives him a stare. “I hope that’s a joke,” Laura remarks. “Myles taught me,” Viorel he nods his head slightly. “Of course he did, well you should tell Luka and Myles to be more careful,” Laura replies. “Is there a privacy issue?” Viorel ask. “No, but something else could provide us a public disturbance issue,” Laura says having him come over to his computer. He was staring at both Luka and Myles photos, what’s the word they call it, tagging themselves going to the parade. Youth being the youth. Viorel nods his head. “Yes, this seems typical of both,” Viorel replies, not seeing the pressing issue. “And while I don’t put much stalk in social media stupidity,” she continues, “They have been both tagged in this flag by a username Bewitched. I am looking into more personal information as we speak, but she has gathered up a group of folks who call them Victims of New Breed Abuse. They even have a forum.” “Are they violent?” Viorel asked, that’s the concerning matter at hand. “No they are over dramatic complainers,” Laura replies, she clicks on a few things, “I give you. My boyfriend with the dog again. He doesn’t ever think about my needs or wants or ask me if maybe I want to spend time with the dog. He just takes her.” He nods in acknowledgement. “The reply she gets,” Laura continues, “You should dump him. Just because your boyfriend has the ability to speak to animals doesn’t mean he gets to be inconsiderate to your wants and needs for your dog.” “Essentially what I am getting from this is that we even show an ounce of kindness, whether it be buying coffee or opening the door they’ll complain about it,” he finds himself remarking. “Yes,” Laura looks frustrated. Viorel nods. “I’ll warn the group not to interact with,” Viorel gives her a look of confusion. Laura opens the profile of Bewitched. To something of a young girl who has purposely dressed herself into satanic imagery. Viorel takes a second to gather himself. [hider= Has God Abandoned the Future][center][img]https://image.ibb.co/eVcSdT/Annoyance2.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] “I notice I have stunned you in silence,” Laura looks at him. “It’s, unique,” Viorel replies, looking at the 666 on the young ladies head. Laura continues to watch him. “Thank you for informing me,” Viorel nods. He bows to Laura and makes his way towards the basement. He didn’t always understand the youth of today, always saying rude things to each other online. Always making snarky remarks. Politeness seemed to have died in the wave of anonymity. Though he knew some anonymous Knights with more respect than many of the youth today. Heading down into the basement, Viorel looks at the group that has gathered. Bridget is sitting on the couch with a whole chicken, Myles is rummaging through the cupboards, opening then closing them. Jack and Jensen are making pancakes. Gemina is watching them with a slight hiss. Luka is also here, very good then. “Myles and Luka, I need to speak to you two privately for a moment,” Viorel announces he noticed it might sound like they are in trouble, “you’re not in trouble.” he quickly adds.