Noah nervously paced the floors.
"You look like a worried dog!" Morgan teased.
He couldn't help but scowl at that. "Do dogs even get worried?" He inquired, in a mocking way to match her's.
She just snickered at him, beamingly. "You're silly!"
He almost cackled at that. He could live with silly.
Owen came around noon, setting Noah to rest. He wouldn't be late, after all!
Owen took one glance at the worried man before curiously asking, "So, why are you in such a big hurry to leave anyway?"
I've got a job interview with Kosmic Koas." Noah smirked arrogantly. "But I think I've got this one in the bag. After all, they already hired me when I was six. I'd broken into their system to fix the security."
(True story, check his trivia, And did you know Izzy's smarter than him by 8 IQ points? Yeah his is 180, and her's is 188).
Owen's eyes noticibly widened. "Really?! You love that company. Aw, I hope you get it."
"Thanks, Owen." He then turned to his little troublemaker. "You behave for uncle Owen, okay? See you in an hour or so."
With that, he turned and walked out the door.
As soon as he was gone, Morgan asked innocently, "Uncle Owen, what's cosmic choas?"
He frowned. "No, not Cosmic Choas, Kosmic Koas."
"That's what I said; Kosmic Koas!"
He grinned. "Oh, just this really cool video game your father likes to play. Who knows? He might even start working there!"
Morgan's eyes filled with, not the normal money signs, but video game consoles.
"Sweet."
Noah got that feeling again. Not like the one he'd gotten on the day Izzy had been incarcerated. This one tickled the air around him with excitement. It had appeared the moment he'd woken up that morning. Then, again when he'd seen the ad in the newspaper for an opening.
He'd been job hunting for a few weeks now. But no one wanted to hire a man married to insanity itself. Especially when there was a potential wildchild involved.
But today was gonna be a good day.
He'd stake his life on it.
"Noah Benten," The CEO in charge of interviews read. This man had to be at least sixty, his hair already turning salt and pepper. "I'd remember that name anywhere. You're that kid that fixed our system twenty years ago. Well you've certainly grown."
Noah could almost smile genuinely, but he still had to half force it. "No," he said, smile still in check. "Not fixed. Just tightened it a bit."
The man smiled. "And you're incredibly modest, too!"
This modesty was fake, of course, but this man didn't need to know that.
"When can you start?"
Noah grinned. This man considered no other interviews. He just handed the job to him on practically a silver platter.
"Right away, sir."
The man beamed once more. "Excellent."