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Playing with a leaf spinning it around, it isn’t like Stirling didn’t notice Viorel, Myles, or Luka, it’s simply they didn’t feel like engaging or eavesdropping. Okay no, that is a lie, as they hid behind  the garden Stirling too snuck around behind the bush to hear what was being said. Curiously overhearing things about their silly little websites they had no interest. A group causing a problem for them in the parade. They knew it. If only Luka would let them get close so they could fix them. If they fixed them, they wouldn’t be dragged down by Myles so much and allow Myles to do his own thing, as his own individual.

Hearing Viorel slowly dismiss them, Stirling quickly dashed back where he was sitting. Myles look particularly worried. Luka following along. Stirling continued to twil the leaf he had found in the gutter, as it spun each point like a unique dancer in a music box. Waiting outside didn’t seem so bad. The others were too young or too inexperienced to be of any personal consideration. Maybe that came off cold. He’s not so sure. 

Getting up to greet the Twsome. 

“Morning to you too Stirling, you are looking quite eclectic,” Foster, he can recognize them, their tones are different and so is their energy, presence. Foster lacks presence, he lacks command. They wanted to see Harper today. Foster shouldn’t go to the parade, he hasn’t earned it. Not the way Harper has.

Stirling doesn’t feel like engaging with Foster. They stand up and walk back into the fire station. Heading down to the basement.

“Viorel says we have 10 minutes,” Stirling says taking the task Myles and Luka were given, before they had arrive. He had just passed them, as they were heading back to the basement. Shirking their duties, surely, and taking pictures of things they shouldn’t.