[Sorry it took me forever to post- I had major writers block D:]
Cosette half-ignored, half-avoided Kane’s question as to why August’s mother didn’t like her. It was a longer story that they currently didn’t have time to get into.
Cosette and August leaned back quietly as the two hunters had their pictures taken. Currently, the only sketchy thing about this whole ordeal was the crappy apartment and the actual fact that they were getting fake passports, so it was nothing of concern. Brett himself didn’t seem like a bad guy or serial murderer, he just seemed more like a person who slept all day. He had the personality of a teenager who just woke up. August chuckled at Jens comment about the dad grounded look. He half wondered what that was like. He had never been grounded, partially because his parents didn’t give a shit as long as he did what he was told, which he sometimes did and sometimes didn’t. Mostly Didn’t.
After Jen and Kane had taken there photos, August stepped up next to the metaphorical plate. Taking the picture was quick, but August insisted in ruffling up his hair a bit as to have the generic 'bad photo'. He figured it would add more to the authenticity to it. Brett said nothing, just shrugged before taking another picture once August was satisfied. After he was done, Cosette then moved over to the slightly off-white wall, saying to August "You're such a dork" as he past by. Standing in front of the wall, Brett said to Cosette "If you where any shorter, I might need a step stool for you." Cosette opened her mouth to say something, but was very unsure what to say. After about ten seconds of her mouth hanging open with a slight confused look plastered on her face, she stumbled out the words very sheepishly "Uhm, thank you?" Yep. Saying that didn't make her look any less stupider.
He shot the photo in one take, and said "Alright, just let me upload this to my computer, It'll take fifteen minutes to process the four of the passports. Feel free to sit down or something." He gestured his hand very lazily to the single, plaid brown couch sitting in the small room. Cosette felt it had about as trustworthy of a rep as the couch in the hunters motel did. She felt better just standing there, as did August. After a minute or so, Brett turned towards them again and said "Uh, yeah, before I forget do you guys want to use your real names or like, another name or something." Cosette and August exchanged glances. Considering they where runaways and demons had more connections then they even knew at times, it was probably safer to go by a different Alias. August spoke up for both of them. "Me and Cosette will." Brett nodded, before plugging in whatever random name came to his head for the both of them. August prayed he didn't give him a name like Chuck or something. August then glanced over at Jen and Kane, asking "How about you guys?"