'Morning, Myles. Like Jensen said, we're just cooking pancakes; I know they aren't normally your thing, so if you want, I can whip up some bacon and eggs for you instead? Man, they always forget about the sausage in that, despite it being such an important part of the meal. Sure, you can have bacon and eggs on their own, but it's just not the same, is it?'
Good, what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. He’d keep the whole imitating thing to himself. Food tended to be the worse time of the day. It meant figuring out what he could and couldn’t eat without making glue in his mouth and trying to find a way to pick bits of shit out of his teeth, killing many toothpicks in the process.
“Sure, eggs and sausage sounds good,” Myles mumbles an awkward reply. Looking at Bridget eating a whole roast chicken makes him grateful that he isn’t entirely a freak. If he had to eat a whole chicken he’d about die inside.
“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. Myles is looking up at Viorel, he says they aren’t in trouble, but he looks mad. Viorel always looks mad. He needs to carry cues with his emotions expressed on them. Pin them to his shirt or something.
Myles head toward Viorel standing in the doorframe waiting for Luka. Viorel looks at him, could he be less intimidating?
“Morning,” Myles replies.
Viorel nods his head slowly, “And morning to you.” He waits for Luka.
Luka had resisted the urge to remark, “Big Mood” to Bridget’s choice of breakfast. Self-control isn’t his strong suit, but he at least has that much. He’s thankful he did, because whatever Viorel has to say to him and Myles would have to wait until his life wasn’t in danger. Shooting a quick salute to the others, he strolls out of the kitchen.
Viorel looks at the two, the youngest of SYNBAD, though there had been younger in the past. The youth would be the key to the future at some point. Viorel raised a hand towards the stairs.
“Shall we speak somewhere less busy?” Viorel replies to the both of them.
Luka shrugs his shoulders, “Yeah, sure.”
Myles nods quietly. Viorel said they weren’t in trouble, but it feels certainly like they are in trouble. Being pulled away from the others so they can’t over hear, Myles looks at Luka. What did you do? Is his expression. They seem to drag each other in the trouble they create.
Luka responds with a look of his own that says, “I’m just as lost as you.” His demeanor may suggest he knows what’s going on, but he’s mostly just confused and a little worried. Running his hand through his hair (it’s always been a nervous habit of his), he starts to make his way upstairs.
Viorel guides the two outside to see another youth sitting longingly on the curb. He must be waiting for Harper then. It’s a shame that wouldn’t be the case, he leads the two towards the garden before Stirling notices them. Viorel looks back at Myles and Luka. Both look worried and nervous. Inside Viorel panics, outside he looks calm, what should he do?
“The weather is so nice I figured it be better to talk out here,” Viorel states his intentions.
Myles sighs, “That’s a relief. You scare people Viorel.”
Luka relaxes a little bit. “So, what’s up?” He smiles nervously. Even though Viorel had said they weren’t in trouble, he still kind of feels like they are.
Viorel looks at the both of them.
“While I have no problems with either of you expressing yourself with your computer machines, however, there is concerns you may have gathered the eye of some individuals who may cause you trouble. There name is Bewitched, she seems to have pegged you both as an enemy. I don’t want to see any concerns during the parade, this is more a warning,” Viorel replies.
Myles looks at Viorel. Computer machines?
“I don’t know anyone name Bewitched,” Myles look at Luka, “Do you?”
Luka has to think for a little bit, “No, I don’t think so. Is there any indication of why she has it out for us?”
Thinking back to the beginning of his social media presence, he can’t place anything in particular that might piss anyone off. Everything he had posted so far was pretty inoffensive. Mostly just cat pictures, cute outfits, dumb memes, and the occasional ukulele video. He had barely even shown his face.
Well, whatever the reason, he can’t let this mess up their appearance at the parade.
“It seems she is association your connection with Myles against a grudge she has against him. What do you call it, hashtag monster. I am not sure what all of that is about and unlike Laura I encourage you to continue expressing yourself the way those your age should. Just be wary for those out for your metaphorical blood,” Viorel tells them, “Once Foster gets here we will be preparing to leave. Go rally up the crew. Tell them we should be preparing to leave in ten minutes. I merely felt it important that you both come up with a game plan concerning these individuals.”
Someone who had beef with him, to be more specific? Myles look at Viorel, he didn’t know anyone by the name Bewitched. Unless that meant. Why did she always have to come in and try to ruin his life? Couldn’t she keep her life ruined and leave his out of it? It couldn’t be her, could it? Myles looked at Luka, but didn’t say anything at first. Why couldn’t anything around here be simple? The two of them wordlessly thanked Viorel before they walked off back into the station to gather the group.
As they were doing so Myles quickly grabbed Luka by the bicep and dragged him into an open space of the living quarters.
“I kind of have an idea who this Bewitched person is,” Myles tells Luka.
“Yeah? Who is she?” he tilts his head, curious.
Myles looks at Luka. It would have been different if he hadn’t known them for as long as he did, so Myles stares at Luka
“You have to promise not to laugh,” Myles tells Luka.
Luka blinks, a little confused and plenty more interested, “Of course, dude.”
Myles fidgets with his fingers and nervously prepares. How do you even start to begin?
“Her real name is something real strippery, like Krystal, and we have a long internet history. Point is, I think she’s pissed at me cause I….in a state….of,” Myles trails off for a second, “...okay that’s complicated too. She kissed me, I really didn’t want it….but I kind of liked it too. And…” Myles pauses, “Okay I bit her ear off.”
Luka is speechless for a second. That’s… not exactly what he was expecting to hear. “Wow, uh. Okay.”
Curious, he takes out his phone and looks up Bewitched. It’s not hard to find her, as she tagged him not too long ago. Looking at her profile, he doesn’t really know what to say. Her style isn’t exactly his thing, but he can’t fault her for individualism.
“She didn’t look like that when I met her,” Myles tells Luka as he’s looking it up, “She’s messed herself up. She wasn’t like fit, but wasn’t like…” Myles looks at her profile on Luka’s phone, “...shite to look at either.” Myles looks away.
“Point is, this might be my fault and I am sorry I dragged you into it,” Myles continues, “...keep...it between us. You’re the first person I ever told the story cause some people protected me. I’m sorry I am failure to the New Breed community that if this was ever found out there could be a whole thing about are New Breeds dangerous. It wasn’t like I thought of mauling your face. It’s the same shite we get mad at cats for giving us love nips. I’m sorry my teeth are bloody fucked.” He pauses. Maybe he should do something to remedy this somehow. Turn himself in, nah that would just get the New Breed community fire. After they were all being well liked too. They even have a parade celebrating them.
“I’ll find a way to fix it, trust me,” Myles tells Luka.
Luka can’t help but let out a sigh, “Come on, man. You’re not a freaking failure. You slipped up once; it doesn’t mean you’re awful forever. And I mean, it’s not like it’s your fault she decided to involve me. Don’t worry, dude. I won’t say anything,” he gives Myles a reassuring smile.
Myles hugs Luka, “Thanks mate. So how bout we go get the crew ready to leave.” Myles gives Luka a razor sharp smile, “Let’s suggest putting Bridget on the roof of the bus. Just to see her reaction.”
Luka laughs, “Absolutely. She might kill us, but I’m willing to take that risk.”
