While she could of done the grocery shopping on her own, and left her family at home, and let them continue as they were, she decided to bring everyone along. Everything went well during breakfast, and looked to be going well when she both shoved off for work and then came home; seeing as everyone was in good spirits, and no bad events occurred during her absence, she piddled around in both downing her work clothes and unwinding from her day. Once them things were done, she collected her purse then gave out the order for everyone to get their stuff together then check the house for unlocked doors and windows. Once the house was all locked up, and everyone was ready to go, she went to the two cars that were under the carport.
"Eshal, I want you with me. Guyunis and Lazeer, you too. Tazir, I want you with Lhaklar, Bile, and Hazaar." Angel said after reaching the carport, then had the keys to her car in her hand.
"Sure," TazirVile said. Like she expected, he came towards her then held his hand out. She gave him a smile then gestured at Lhaklar, who had since unlocked the driver's side door of his and his brothers' BMW.
"The keys aren't on me for that car." she said. "Nor am I or you to be driving it."
She unlocked her car then got in. Eshal slid into the seat opposite her while Lazeer sat in the seat that was behind hers. Guyunis was fast in claiming the seat that was behind the one that was designated for the driver. Before sliding the key into the ignition, she watched her husband's stance—would he give Lhaklar grief over his driving the car that he and his brothers owned or would he just get in then watch as their oldest born child drove? Eshal, she knew, was nervous—the poor dear became very stiff after hearing that her father wasn't to drive the BMW, and after seeing that Lhaklar was getting into the drive's seat. While she wouldn't mind teaching Eshal how to drive, she didn't want to step on Tazir's toes by doing so.
The boys were well ahead of others who were their age. Tazir had made note of this last night, after they sat for supper, and he said it again about ten minutes in on the meal. While it was illegal for one of her sons' age to drive a car, and while it was highly recommended that no child of her sons' age be allowed to hunt, or do any type of outdoors-y activities without having an adult being there to supervise them, she was sure that they were fine and that Tazir knew better than to contradict the lessons that she gave them on how to drive a car and conduct a safe hunt. Her children, Eshal included, were a smart bunch and knew the right's and wrong's of things—though it was thought of last night, after Tazir and she went to bed, about the boys not being allowed to continue their hunting and driving habits after the move to Moas was done, she had assured herself that the boys might sway their father to allow them to do them things after he saw them doing them.
"Good man," Angel thought after her husband got into the front passenger seat of the vehicle that Lhaklar was about to drive.
He'd be a liar if he went around saying that he didn't give his wife a good, long look after she said that neither he nor she would be driving the vehicle that she said for him, Lhaklar, Bile, and Hazaar to get in. His mind was temporarily blind-sided after she said that—if not either of them then who was to drive the car, or get them to the destination that she wanted to take them to? He got his answer after she gestured at Lhaklar, who had one of the BMW's doors open and was getting in the car. Instead of rushing forward to pull Lhaklar from the seat that he took, and then take his place, or take the keys then go back to the house, he stood by the car—his wife, his daughter, Guyunis, and Lazeer had already gotten in the other car; with his standing idly by the BMW, he was putting the trip to a halt... but for a good reason, though.
Lhaklar, who was born on March 8, 1999, had no license or learner's permit and he shouldn't know how to drive. He still had his oldest-born son's license, so that, in itself, should prevent him from driving... Or so he thought. Lhaklar would be in a lot of trouble if he took to the wheel—were the laws the same here when it came to one being behind the wheel? Was a license, or learner's permit, needed to be on one's person when one was behind the wheel or was one issued and then logged somewhere—if the latter was allowed, did the driver of a vehicle need to have their license or learner's permit on them every time they drove? How about the vehicle's registration—was that also needed to be on one's person whenever they drove a car or was it not neccessary to have it when a car was being driven?
The vehicle, that he stood idly by, and that his son slid into the driver's seat of, had see-through sides, which enabled him to see its dark blue interior. The top had a sunroof on it, and the body was low to the ground. The wheels were normal in size, and had normal rims and hubcaps on them. The non-transparent parts of the car were the same color as its interior. When he decided to round it, then get into the front passenger seat, he saw that the license plate, that was on the front bumper, said DaBoyz5.
Unlike the vehicles that he owned and drove, and that most in his family owned and drove, this one's driver's seat wasn't located on its left side—like with around ten percent of the vehicles that were manufactured, and then sold and driven by the population that was in the known Universe, this one's driver's seat was located on its other side. After sliding into the seat opposite his son, then closing the door, then swinging the belt around himself, he glanced at his son. His wife, at the time that he was getting in the car, had started her own car up; she was now backing down the driveway.
"He'll need help in keeping the car leveled—so it won't hit anything while its being backed up—, and he'll need help in how much to turn the wheel after its been backed down the driveway." he thought after his son pushed the key into the ignition then started the car up.
The tension, that he felt, was there for only a second before dissipating—Lhaklar, his oldest born son, and "chip off the old block", backed the car down the driveway then turned it to the side, so it'd look away from the driveway, just fine. Like with the shock felt from his son's successful exit of the driveway, he was shocked after seeing that his son was applying the appropriate amount of pressure to the gas pedal and was keeping the wheel balanced. Even when his son made a turn, or increased the speed of the vessel that they were in, he kept control of the wheel and didn't apply but too much pressure to the pedal that needed to be worked to keep the vehicle moving.
It wasn't until two to three minutes after they left the driveway, and started on their way to wherever his wife wanted to take them to, that conversation started.
"Let's be glad for the BMW—there's no way in hell that all eight of us would of fit in ma's Porsche." Bile, who was seated behind Lhaklar, said.
"Agree. While I enjoy a family outing, I prefer for some wiggle room while on the way to our destination." Lhaklar said.
"No claustrophobia for me—that's a good thing." Hazaar said.
"Ditto!" Bile and Lhaklar said in unison.
The boys spoke for the next five minutes. Topics on what they did today, which he hoped were appropriate for children of their age, were discussed before they spoke of what they were hoping to do tomorrow. While they spoke, he thought about the one animal that Hazaar nabbed yesterday.
While Hazaar caught the animal, and did the work in cultivating it, he didn't do anything in cooking it. That was done by Angel, who didn't seem to have an issue in doing that chore. What shocked him the most, besides Hazaar going out to hunt, then coming home with something from said hunt, and being unscathed from it, was the fact that Angel served him and the boys the organs from the bigger of the two animals that their son brought back. Bile and Lhaklar shared the heart, while Hazaar and he "haggled" over the liver. Guyunis and Lazeer concerned themselves with the kidneys, which no one else seemed to want to have, while Eshal refused to eat any of the organs that were put on the table. Angel skipped on eating the organs; she let him and the boys have them. After eating the organs, he and the boys put a slab of meat on their plates then ate that, along with the potatoes and green beans that were also on their plates, before leaning back and declaring themselves as "full".
After the main course was eaten, something that his wife called a "Pudding Cake" was put on the table—he and the boys forgot about how "full" they were after seeing it. They had two slices before leaning back then saying that they were stuffed to the core. Angel and Eshal had an equal share of the cake; from what he could tell, his daughter really liked its flavor and design.
Once supper was eaten, and everyone was dismissed to do as they wanted for the evening, Hazaar went to the attic. He, who wanted to see what he was doing, followed about five minutes later. To his extreme shock, he saw that his son was dealing with the deer-like animal's pelt. The pelt was stretched between two of the attic beams; his son used one of his powers to blow a heated breeze on it to make the skin underneath the fur dry. After scraping the top layer of skin away, his son left the attic for some salt, which he sprinkled over the pelt's underside. That morning, after breakfast was consumed, and his wife left for work, he went up to inspect the pelt—the skin was perfectly dry, and intact, and the fur was just as fine as could be; his son did a marvelous job in preserving it. The deer-like animal's head, and the smaller animal that his son caught yesterday, were on Moas, being worked on by someone who he did business with whenever he came back from one of his hunts with something that he wanted to keep as a trophy. Hazaar already knew that he'd find both in the chamber that was beside his own.
"Might not of been "allowed" to watch her undress after she came in yesterday, but I was allowed to do so when the word was given for everyone to go to bed." he thought.
The time for everyone to go to bed was between 10:20 and 10:45; unlike the last week, where he slept in the room that came off the basement, he was allowed to sleep in his wife's room. After donning his PJ's, then watching his wife undress, then don a purple cotton nightgown, he and she slid under the covers. Unlike the previous month, where he just slept beside her, and relished in the chance to have her close to him, and being allowed to cuddle with her, they engaged in a few activities before deciding to go to sleep. The last time they had sex was in January of last year... If not for their decision to stop their activities, and go to sleep, they would of had sex last night. While their activities were a shock to indulge in, and while it was a shock that it was his wife who started their session off, he knew better than to grumble or get mad over the decision to not go the whole way. In time, he thought. When the time was right, they would have sex.
He wasn't to go but so crazy after they started having sex again. Last year, it was he who decided to don a condom; he'd use another when the chance came around for them to resume that activity in married life. While he'd love to add more children to his family, and give his already present sons and daughter siblings to be driven crazy by, the time was just not now. Let things die down, and let everyone grow more use to one another, and let the move to Moas be done, and let them be living on Moas for a while, and speak to his wife on the issue before the decision to grow their family was made.
"Take it that, on this planet, one doesn't need to have a driver's license, or learner's permit, on them when they're driving?" TazirVile said after the boys stopped talking among themselves.
"It's very recommended that a driver's license, or learner's permit, be on the driver when they're behind the wheel. Same goes for the vehicle's registration." Lhaklar replied.
"Got both?" TazirVile asked.
"The registration's in the glove compartment, where it's been since the car's been bought, and the license is in my wallet."
"Get a new one after the old one was left in my ship, or did you have an extra lying around?"
"Got a new one made, plus a new photo I.D."
"Take it that you also got a new driver's license made, Hazaar?" he asked his secondborn.
That was a no. After being rescued from the clutches of his mother's blasted father, he was taken to his father's ship for a while; when he escaped the ship, he was both sore and lacking both his driver's license, which was only just issued to him after the three years on his learner's permit lapsed, and the set of keys to the BMW. It was only his action of hot-wiring the car that he got it to work, and it was only by the actions of a patrolman, who was just driving by, that he was able to get home. During the process of hot-wiring the car, he found himself surrounded on four sides by his father, grandfather, Homsi Modulavich, and Eldass Zultoa—the latter two being employees of his father's. Since Homsi was standing by the front left bumper, and wouldn't let him pass, he bumped the car's front end into him in an attempt to make him back off and give him driving space—that sure pissed the man off!
While he and Mr. Modulavich had made up for what happened, and while Mr. Modulavich gave him a warning that, on the next occasion, he wouldn't be let "off the hook" so easily, he really saw no fault on his behalf on what happened. The man was preventing him from going home, and he wanted to go home, and he was a hysterical mess at the time; if something similar to that event happened again, he'd have to problem in duplicating it.
The events that happened on April 17 had kept him up for hours. Like Guyunis, he was nervous over having his father around and in the same building as he. Despite that "intervention" happening with the neighbors and Mr. Leinart, he still didn't trust the man and, honestly, he wouldn't start trusting him until he was sure that he was changed in how he regarded how he and his brothers lived their lives. While the main intention in going out to hunt was to do a hobby that he was previously forced to abandon because of his hip, he also wanted to test his father—to see if he'd snap his head off, or get on his mother for giving him permission to do so, or grow alarmed over his being allowed to do a hunt, or insist on tagging along so to "keep an eye on him". As far as he was concerned, his father had passed the test—if a grade had to be given, it'd be a very low B, seeing as the man did snap his head up after permission was granted to him, and seemed to be relieved over his returning home alive and in one piece, and that he stuck around to watch him square away the two animals that he brought home.
He was just thinking about his not yet going out to get the usual stuff that he got each month, and about his sister getting on his nerves last night after he took a shower, then got up from his nap, and then during supper, when his father asked him about his getting a replacement driver's license.
"No." Hazaar answered his father's question. "Too much shit going on for me to do so."
"W..." judging by the reflection that was in the rear view mirror, he could tell that his father was biting his tongue. After the man's tongue was "bit", he reached into his blue tuxedo jacket; he rummaged around for a second, then took something out, then fumbled around with it for a few seconds before turning to look at him. "Be careful, please."
His license was returned to him then something was placed on Lhaklar's lap before the man returned to fooling around with the inside of his jacket. Judging by how Lhaklar said thanks, then shifted his weight in the seat that he was in, he had a feeling that his old driver's license was also returned to him. Except for his brother's false I.D., which looked very similar to his actual one, except for the fact of it having March 8, 4077 on it as the year of birth instead of the actual year that he was born in, everything that was "confiscated" from both his and his brother's persons was returned to them.
After having his license returned to him, then sliding it back to where it was suppose to be, he and his brothers were questioned on something else. Since Guyunis and Lazeer weren't in the car to be apart of the conversation, they spoke on their behalfs.
"After ma got her job at U-Krop-It, she asked Guyunis to withdraw four thousand euros from the money that he had; after getting it, she gave it to Lhaklar then told us to put our plans on-hold until after we go to the nearest car dealership then buy a car." Bile started to explain. The question presented to them was simple: how did the funds come about for the car and who bought the car that they owned?
"Guyunis was the one who found it, while Bile and Lhaklar did the paperwork for it." Hazaar said. "All me, Guyunis, and Lazeer did after that paperwork was given to them was be bored off our asses—we did nothing but look over Bile and Lhaklar's shoulders while they did it."
"I was the one who paid for it." Lhaklar added.
"Say what? How in blue blazes did Guyunis have that much money on him?" it seemed that their father was more interested in this detail—this was mostly true; while he took all of what they told him in, he was more focused on how one of Guyunis's age could come up or have so much money on them.
Bile answered the question presented to them on how Guyunis had four thousand euros on him—while Hazaar only cursed to test the old man on how changed he was in regards to what came from his mouth, he cursed out of anger. In reality, Guyunis had a lot more than four thousand euros on him—with his taking specific jewelry items from Lenora Falkenrath, the woman who tortured him for twenty years, and use to be his adopted mother, and then selling them, he acquired €10,000. Lenora and her husband, Mathis Meyer Jr., had used and treated him like a house keeper or servant more than an adopted son, and they, like their ancestors, had also abused him; his adoptive brother had only taken the jewelry as a sort of payment for his "services", and as a reparation for their treatment of him. Guyunis had tried on more than one occasion to give all of what he had on him to their mother, who, except for when the subject of a down payment and deposit needing to be gained for the "apartment" that they were supposedly suppose to move into last year came up, refused to take it. All of what Guyunis had in revenue was either used by him or distributed between him and them in the months following their move into the house; Guyunis, despite getting a little too excited from time to time, was a good Little Brother who tried to stay out of trouble and keep everyone involved and happy in things. He was more than glad to have him as a member of his family and in knowing that he was to never be separated from them again.
"I can see point in his doing that—seeing as I've seen the history that's on his adoption forms, I can understand and accept why he did that." TazirVile said after being told what he was. It was quiet in the car for all of three minutes before he asked, "He ever seen his mother?"
"In a way, yes and no." Bile answered. "Whenever she came to take him from ma and us, he did see her but, due to her wearing a sort of scarf or something over her head, he wasn't able to see any of her features. He was given a verbal explanation on how she looked when he was younger but it wasn't until recently that he was shown a picture of her."
"He has no interest in seeing or spending any time with her, and he doesn't want to get to know her." Hazaar said. "Think he feels pretty mutual on how she feels on the subject of his being around."
"She was real rough with him when she came to claim and then send him back to the orphanage. She'd either talk real nice or get real raving mad at ma whenever she found that he was with her. The last time she came to reclaim and then return him to the orphanage, she practically dragged him from us... she turned a fuckin' blind eye to ma's words on wanting to adopt him, and she also grabbed him by his hair and threw him a few times to get him going." Bile said.
As a child, she was no less rough with him; Bile and Lhaklar both explained how rough Guyunis's real mother was with him when he was in his four and nine hundreds and they also explained how, on each removal from their care, he cried and pled with her to leave him be. For TazirVile, this set off a major dislike in him—for a grown woman to remove a child that she doesn't want from a household that was giving him love and care, and for a grown woman to grab and then throw her unwanted child after removing him from said home, was wrong on so many fronts. He thought back to the treatment that his grandfather gave the boy, and to how he reacted to his being discovered as his father, before making a disgusted face then turning to look out the window.
The rest of the drive was both quickly done and silent. When they pulled up before a store, which had a sign on it that proclaimed it as being Aldi's Market, he had regained most of his composure, and figured some of the trip's intended purpose out. Once the cars were parked, and the ones that were in them were out, they went towards the building then waited for instruction. Rather surprisingly, Angel said for Bile to grab a cart then take Eshal shopping; Lhaklar was told to take Hazaar while Guyunis was told to take Lazeer. He automatically claimed his wife after the boys, and his daughter, left to do as they were told.
Angel grabbed a cart from the area that looked to be designated for that piece of equipment then moved along; he followed at her side without being told to. While on the way through the aisles, he asked her for a few more specifics on Guyunis—while getting the answers to his questions, he helped in the shopping.
"Some of the people that had him over the years didn't treat him badly right from the onslaught of his adoption—a select few did treat him well... for a few years, that is, before either abandoning or abusing him." his wife said after they stopped then started putting things that were needed for the fridge and pantry in the cart.
"Who were they?" he asked.
"Klaus and Agatha Ackermann—he was in the orphanage for only two months before they adopted him; they gave him some love and care for a few years before dropping him. Leon Patel and his wife, Nadja—it was much the same with them. And Leon and Nadja's daughter, Eugenia—she showed him some love and care for about five years after her parents died and he was inherited by her; after she married her husband, she stopped doing that."
"Know why they did that?"
"Yeah. With his not growing or maturing like a human child, they just gave up on him."
"How old was he when he was with them folk?"
"A newborn when Klaus and Agatha had him, four hundred and seventy-three when Leon and Nadja had him, and five hundred and twenty-seven when their daughter and son-in-law had him."
"Everyone else either abused or used him, right?" while astonished over what he was hearing, he retained his feelings on the subject—he was in a public building, after all. To express how he felt wouldn't look good on the news.
"Uh-huh. Either abused or used him as a sort of housekeeper or servant." his wife replied.
While helping his wife pick out packs of meat, then certain items for the fridge's freezer compartment, he remembered all of what was written on Guyunis's adoption forms—his wife made a total of five when he and the entire family were in her home on the seventeenth of April; of them five copies, only two were picked up then read. He and Kuruk were the only ones to take in the boy's history, but they spoke of what they were reading so everyone was able to get an idea of what Guyunis went through before being formerly adopted by his wife.
Klaus and Agatha Ackermann, who his wife described as being a young, German couple, had Guyunis for all of eighty-seven years. The history on Guyunis's forms said that Agatha only fed or cleaned him when she absolutely had to; Klaus did absolutely nothing for him. Their daughter—who his wife described as being their only birthed child and a surprise for them—, Edda, and her husband, Manfred Adenauer, inherited him; the records said that they did the same thing during their seventy-six years of having him. Their daughter, Magda Adenauer, and her new husband, Axel Beckert, were "awarded" Guyunis's care after they died; the care provided to Guyunis was a little different than with Klaus and Agatha and Edda and Manfred. According to the forms, Magda and Axel fed him nothing but scraps, or spoiled food, and forced him to sleep in the closet, either on or in a small dog bed. The boy was also given nothing but rags to wear. A side-note on Guyunis's history for them claimed that Magda, much like her own mother, placed blame on Guyunis for her parents having children so late in their life—the same note said that Magda had four boys and two girls, and that Guyunis was forced to live in their shadows. Instead of naming the boy, they just called him That Kid, The Demon, or Demon Child. Magda and Axel had Guyunis for sixty-five years—a note on the adoption forms said that cancer claimed them. After they died, Guyunis was "inherited" by their oldest son, Augustus, and his fairly new fiancée, who, he presumed, became his wife, Brigitte Egger.
The history on them two was a little different than Magda and Axel's—while he was given nothing but scraps, or spoiled food, to eat, and while he was also forced to sleep in one of the house's closets, and while he was also thrown nothing but rags to wear, he was also thrown outside whenever he cried or grew ill. Brigitte was also on record for slapping him one day when she found that he was both "out of his designated area" and in her son's room, playing with his toys and "having a blast while doing so". Augustus and Brigitte had him for eighty years then, after they died, their daughter, Estelle, inherited him.
"Instead of treating him right, or giving a care for him, she threw him in a shed then mostly forgot about him." he thought. "It was her husband, Konrad Feldt, who took to doing the chore of giving him food and certain, small things that he could use to dress or keep himself warm with."
The records said that, after Estelle and Konrad died, the adoption agency that handled Guyunis's adoptions tried to return him to his mother. Estelle and Konrad had him for a total of sixty-three years. Instead of his mother taking him in, or accepting that she made a mistake then trying to make up for it, Angel took him in. He was three hundred and seventy-three when that happened. His wife had him for a hundred years before the one who was responsible for carrying and giving birth to him took him away then stuck him back in the orphanage.
Leon and Nadja Patel took him on about five months after he was returned to the orphanage. A note on his records said that they forced him to live behind some boxes in their basement, and that Nadja only threw him food and drink once a day and would only tend him when he got so fussy that she couldn't sleep. They had him for fifty-four years—cancer was said to be the thing that claimed them. Their daughter, Eugenia, and her husband, Norbert, forced Guyunis to live in the smaller of their house's bathrooms; he was only given a very ripped up, baggy blue t-shirt to wear. After ninety years, Guyunis was inherited by their son, Dominik—Angel claimed that the man's wife, Else Gagnon, was very dominating and that she instructed her husband to build a small, 5x7 area in the attic for him to "live" in. This information was listed on the boy's records, so he got a confirmation on this happening. Guyunis had nothing but a small mattress in the area that he was to "live" in; the area had no bathroom in it. Dominik and Else locked the boy in that room, and only fed him what wasn't eaten by the family two to three times a day, and they were also on record for being verbally and physically abusive to him. Else was on record for slapping Guyunis for his simply crying out, and voicing the fact that his stomach hurt, or that he wasn't feeling well, and her husband was on record for punching him once or twice a day for simply making noise when he came up to clean the area that he was forced to reside in.
Dominik and Else didn't have any children of their own so, when they died eighty-seven years after inheriting Guyunis, Dominik's cousin, Elizabeth Henchman, and her husband, Johnathan Wilson, were given the chore of looking after him. They did much the same to him; they had him for a total of seventy-eight years before passing away and then leaving him with no one to inherit him. Another case of the adoption agency that handled Guyunis's adoptions was on record for their trying to return him to his mother, which didn't go as well as they had hoped it would; Angel was listed as taking Guyunis in right after that attempt failed. She took him in when he was seven hundred and eighty-two, and he was "mother"-snatched two hundred years later; it was on file that he spent all of a year in the orphanage before being adopted by a couple by the name of Gretchen and Michael Ebner, who had him for forty-five years before perishing in a natural disaster. These two sorry saps had only used the boy as a common butler or handyman, and they also forced him to sleep in the far corner of a cold and damp basement.
Their daughter, Helga Ebner, and her husband, Ernest Eckstein, inherited him after Gretchen and Michael died—things weren't much different with them than with Gretchen and Michael. From what the records claimed, Ernest was a right mean man who seemed to take great interest and pleasure out of hurting others. Along with being beat with sticks and belts, Guyunis was forced into being a sort of servant for them—whenever he wasn't working, he was forced to stay in the attic. Helga and Ernest had Guyunis for all of thirty-two years before dying in a plague; a couple by the name of Ulla Durst and Falco Durr received him after they kicked the bucket. Mr. and Mrs. Durr had Guyunis for all of forty-one years—instead of dying, and then passing him off as a sort of inheritance to one of their relatives, Guyunis ran away; with what was on file for him with this couple, he was glad that he did. A note on the boy's records said that Guyunis ran away to Canada and, somehow, found the apartment that his wife and sons were staying in. Angel took him in for four hundred and twenty years—he was eleven hundred years old when she took him in and he was one thousand, five hundred, and twenty when he was removed from her care.
"A few years ago, when I got my hands on your résumé, your résumé mentioned that you did specific movies for revenue for "a young ward"... was Guyunis that ward?" he asked.
"Yes. Sent him to Pronghorn—he did the standard two hundred years there—and then to Goboshu's Academy of Meanness. He spent two hundred and twenty years there."
"Got his school records on you?"
"Course. He was a very good pupil at both schools, and was a big participant in track and several clubs."
His wife claimed that Guyunis was removed from her care almost immediately after graduating from Goboshu's Academy of Meanness—the sleaze who birthed him caught wind of his being in her care and she came to both reclaim and then stick him back in the orphanage. Even though his wife expressed a desire in wanting to adopt him, the woman wouldn't hear a word of it or allow for it to happen. A couple by the name of Lulu and Randolf Meyer adopted him sometime after he was returned to the orpahange; for the next three hundred and eighty years, he was passed from one generation of Meyer's to the next until, finally, being adopted by his wife.
In order to adopt Guyunis, Angel claimed that she had to go to his mother. She approached the woman then set it on the line about her both adopting her son and that she wasn't going to stop or prevent it from happening. Angel also claimed that she told Lisa that she was a rotten parent and a horrible person for allowing the events that happened in her son's life to happen. The paperwork was done on September 1, 4099, about four days after he and his family settled on Earth then started having encounters with a formerly thought-to-be-deceased Bile and Lhaklar, and it was finalized, approved, and then, for reasons that Angel didn't know, sent to the home of Mathis Meyer Jr. and Lenora Falkenrath on December 4, 4099.
"Course, don't need to ask why you didn't just go and retrieve him then bring him back to Moas." he said. Their shopping was nearly done; they had spoken the entire time about Guyunis and his history. "With the family "at-arms" with you and the boys, and with you and the boys being as stressed as you were about the party that was beseiging you—"
"Which was Guyunis. He was trying to get in contact with us for a while and we never connected the dots until a letter was found." Angel interrupted him.
"Letter? What letter?"
"Found a white envelope in your office—in your wastebasket on the twenty-seventh of January. I took it out, opened it, then read it; I about had a heart attack after seeing who it was that sent it."
He remembered the envelope that she was talking about. It was white and, except for having her name on it, it had no address or stamp on it. Abevo Speelin, one of his employees, who was asked to get his wife, who was experiencing something akin to a migraine, some headache medicine, had taken both it and the bottle of Cranial X-Away from the room that they slept in. While he let the Goblin take the medicine to his wife, he confiscated and then threw the envelope away—under the pretext of his not knowing who it came from, or if it contained any harmful substances on or in it. While miffed over hearing that his wife searched his office, then took and opened an envelope that wasn't properly addressed or stamped for her, he knew that her actions were appropriately done. If not for her retrieving and then reading the contents that were in that envelope, and then going to Earth, she wouldn't have Guyunis now.
"Who reversed the effects of the Jaboa that you consumed?" he asked. Along with making and then giving her the edible potion that'd prevent her from teleporting anywhere, he stood over her shoulder and prodded her into consuming it; this was done after... Guyunis choked her in an attempt to remove the amulet that she made, and that Trobrencus strengthened the effects on by performing a spell and then praying over it, and then put on. That amulet, he remembered, was only made after Bushon Bedali, his nephew-in-law, was phoned and then questioned on probable dark entity possession—Mr. Bedali gave her the suggestion of making five of them and she followed through with it, which broke the bond and connection that one needed in order for magic-done contact to be done.
"Lhaklar. Told him to read up on how to make the reversal, then told him to find your potions room; he had no issue in doing both." his wife responded.
In all, it took around thirty minutes for the trip to be completed and for the four carts to be pushed up to one of the building's available cash registers. By the time the carts were by the register of choice, he decided to dig his wallet out from where it was then relieve his wife of the trouble in paying for what was purchased—there was a lot in the carts, and his wife had made a move in using her communicator to tell the boys, and Eshal, to get what they wanted, and to not worry about what the bill was going to be, after all.
Except for two hiccups, the trip through the aisle, and the act of his paying for what was in the carts, went well. The woman that was manning the register stopped his wife to ask her a bunch of questions—along with asking a few on him, she stared at him all the while she was asking his wife the questions that pertained to him. Lhaklar, rather surprisingly, was more interested in flirting than putting what was in his and Hazaar's cart on the register's belt; both he, his wife, and Hazaar snapped at him to quit it and to help out after he held the line up for five minutes following the food's purchase. Bile and Eshal, and Guyunis and Lazeer, had no issues in going through the register; after everything was paid for, then bagged and pushed out to the two cars, his wife surprised both he and Eshal by saying for everything to be put on the ground. Once the groceries were on the ground, she swung her arms—she used a form of her Elemental powers to flip the ground, and make what was purchased disappear; when the food was gone from where it was formerly placed on, she turned then said that she'd do a repeat of what she did when they got home.
After the food was safely secure in whatever location it was sent to, he and his family got into the cars then started on the way home. Though a camera flash was seen, and a human with a camera was seen, he paid no mind to them two things; after getting into the BMW—Eshal and Lazeer had swapped places with Bile and Hazaar, but Lhaklar had made the decision to retain his possession of the keys, and of the "honor" to drive the vehicle—, he turned to look at his oldest born son. The act of his flirting with that woman, who looked to be in her early adult years, did need to be addressed.
"Trying to prove something with that girl at the register, or are you showing that you're a bit of a Casanova?" he asked his son.
"Neither—t'was done in good fun." Lhaklar replied.
"Think that, when you get him back on Moas, daddy, you'll need to keep all the girls, both adult and in their teen years, away from him." Eshal, who was greatly embarrassed by her brother's actions in the store, said. "Flirting at his age isn't right."
"I'm willing to bet that you've dropped the flirts on someone over the years." Lhaklar said. "I'm a teenager and its perfectly natural for us to flirt with the gender that we have an interest in."
"No its not! And no, I've not once dropped any flirtatious actions or words on the opposite gender since becoming a teenager. Flirting's best to be left to the adults; us kids aren't suppose to do any of that stuff. It's rude, and it gives off a bad image."
"It is not. Flirting is another form of socializing." Lhaklar fought the urge to sigh—first, his sister annoyed Hazaar last night and now she was annoying him today, what next?
"Flirting leads to adult actions, which we're not allowed to do until we've reached the appropriate age to do so." Eshal said.
"Ever pick up a dictionary? It clearly says that flirting is an act of behaving as though attracted to or trying to attract someone, but for amusement rather than with serious intentions. The act of flirting is used all around for socializing purposes, and not all the time for the—"
"What dictionary are you quoting? That's not in any dictionary, and that's not what 'flirting' means."
"The same dictionary that you need to pick up." Lhaklar came close to saying. Instead of saying that, he said this, "Think someone needs to lighten up, and spend some time out with others. It might help you in figuring out the socializing g—"
"I know how to socialize, and I'm not hanging around anyone who flirts or does whatever you and your friends do whenever you're around one another." Eshal snapped.
"Eshal, Lhaklar, that's enough." TazirVile said. He said for the rest of the drive to be a quiet one, which his three present children decided to do.