"Now, there's a peculiar face..." thought the old man, leaning back in his chair. A sigh of both equal parts of fatigue and relief left him, but not even his reinstatement coming out of left field was enough to drive him away from doing his job. After all, this entire facility had become their new world, and the 'gifted' (especially ones so young) would need an orator most experienced to foretell of their daily dues. It wasn't pretty; the thought that he'd been long enough at what he does to be considered an experienced fellow, but he resolves to live up to that. If only for their sake. "...or should I say, mind." the old man quipped at the scarfed boy's antics, getting up from his chair and snatching the clear folder from where it rested upon the desk in front of him. He sent an arm forward and fiddled with the keys that governed the computer in front of it, but another glance at the new batch of subjects from the camera feed within their room persuaded him to keep its window open, and with a slight grunt he turned around and headed for the door, his ears wide open for any further development in that span of a few seconds. He wasn't sure what to think of it; that he'd only hear snippets of wonderfully average conversations as he walked out the door.
Perhaps he should be thankful.
Before his lips can curl into a smile, two persons walked into his view from around the corner of the hallways, and he returned a surprised gaze as much as they looked at him with an odd countenance; either they were mere moments from having indulged in the others' intimacy, or he had the Reaper following behind.
"Oh! Do- Doc Indigo. You're back, sir." the youth seemed to choke a bit on his words, but he felt and was indeed lucky. His female companion beside him struck a gaze and it seemed to bring him out of his trance. That seemed to seal the deal, and Frederick felt oddly like a principal. "Welcome back, sir." said the youth, more at ease now. His female companion simply nodded, but seemed just as flustered, and her hair strung into a ponytail moved in waves when she nodded at her friend's words. "How was... " the young man found no word fitting, and thus was the trio was left there, standing in the middle of the hallways, looking at one another blankly for a good half minute or so. On Frederick's part, this was partly in due to recalling their respective identities, and his eyes lit up when it was finally done. Some strange sort of happiness, perhaps you can call it relief, settled on Frederick, seeing the two stand more comfortably in their guard attire.
"...Rest, Alastor? I suppose you can call it that, my boy. I would hold nothing against you, so ease up on the shoulders, eh?" Frederick 'Indigo' Fawkes-Lisbeth laughed slightly, and with an open smile patted the youth, Alastor, on the side of the shoulder. "Keep this up, and you won't be impressing your lady friend anytime soon." he said with another bellow of laughter, looking at Nache, her face flaring into a red. "It's good to see you two again, still at it." he finished, and the awkward grins etched on both Alastor's and Nache's faces turned into a milder smile. They had a few tales to tell him, but wondered if he could tarry like so.
