Snippet #1787850

"You have everything you needed, Cesare?"

"Yes! Dad, you've asked me that a million times already, and I have the my hat on too."

"Just making sure, Don't want you making my co-workers aliened do we?."

"No dad. Everyone here isn't crazy."

Lacross held his young son close to him as he wandered about the halls within the facility. Only about 8 years old, little Cesare hid somewhat in his father's lab coat. Every now and again, the little boy shifted his beanie on his head. It moved on his head every now and again as he hid in Victor's coat, staying away from the prying eyes of the other people. Victor's arm covered his son protectively, looking around for anyone taking too much interest in him. Though soon, both of them calmed as they arrived at their office.

Victor sighed, he'd be taking the place of the last head scientist who was killed by something. From what he had heard, the curse of a warlock got to him and he didn't take heed to it. What happens when you become too cocky around even the most harmless seeming of subjects. Cesare imminently took to the other desk in the office and started setting copious amounts of small owl and cat statues of all colors, styles and sizes. The father in victor smiled, but also shuttered inside, for he knew one slip up could mean a very painful future for him. That hat was for a reason, he had confidently turned Cesare into a half-lycantrope and the only sign of his being was having canine like ears that on the sides of his head and larger canine teeth then usual. However, they had learned to cope and learned to hide this secret.

"I'll be back a little later, my boy. If anyone knocks, just tell them that I stepped out. ok?" Victor put on his lab coat as he stepped out, hearing a bark in understanding as he left. The door closed and victor wandered off. He sighed once again. "Where is that accursed woman in the first place? I'd like to know what I'll be dealing with this go around." He snorted in frustration, part of him wanted to rip the heads off of the idiots who had scared the living crap out of his son on the way to the facility and getting to close in the first place. Everything should go well, that is if he could ever find the women who was supported to 'welcome' him here. If one can call it such.