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The word still sent shivers down her spine. A husband, a mate. A strong man all her own. She purred and kissed his neck, unabel to stop herself.
Some one had to have the morals in their relationship.
Love didn't begin to describe such a feeling, one night spent with her would pass much too quickly, as would a lifetime. "I do love you, Alke Brenner." He managed the words as the two's playful interactions warranted a repose.
Hopefully things here wouldn't take too long, Erich was sure that they wouldn't, the military of the Hegemony being as efficient as they were, and the two could be left to their own devices again.
Her uniform was smooth and clean pressed as she wore it, being a second uniform, and not the one that had been rather dropped in a puddle. Then again, it wasn't like she wore the nicer uniform for long periods of time anyway. She usually changed to her mechanics suits as soon as she got to work, if she didn't just leave for work in the jump suit.
"I believe so. Same office?" With an idle nod, the receptionist hit a holographic display or two, providing a numeric code for the recruiter to know that the alert was legitimate, and with a wave of his hand and some parting words the receptionist sent them off,
"Off you go, same office." Erich offered some silent thanks to the man as he turned from the desk, approaching the office that he'd visited yesterday. With a nudge, he spoke silently to his wife, trying to make sure that she was still alright with it.
"That it is, on both accounts. The offer still stands?" He asked, moving now to sit in one of the seats present, watching the recruiter with a wary eye. He was cautious, of course, of his prior experience with the type. He didn't want to repeat what he had experienced before.
"That it does. You've talked it over?"
Well, if not, she'd fight tooth and nail for the return of her husband, and she had quite the forces to bring to bare. She was the lady of the house after all, and her twin would hardly put up with anything too bad. "I do hope so." She said simply, her voice quiet, but firm.
"The very same. Guaranteed by your status, Lord Brenner." He relaxed somewhat at hearing that the recruiter confirm his previous offer. A nod came in response from Erich, who offered a brief glance to Thistle as he motioned for the holosheet to be provided, and provided it was. Looking over it briefly, it outlined the agreement as it stood, and with a flick of a finger he agreed, his biological signature on the document.
The recruiter accepted it back with a smile, taking it and offering it a brief glance as he did. "Wonderful, Lord Brenner. You'll ship out in twelve days for the Bielen airbase in the north."
Twelve days was more than she had been expecting, to be honest. She squeezed her husband's hand and nodded to the recruiter. "Thank you."
The recruiter played it off as nothing, happy that he was another count towards his quota, offering the two a dismissive glance as he set the sheet aside, "It's nothing. I'm sure you two have quite the time to begin on." With that he dropped the silent hint that things were done, and Erich took it, rising from his seat, still holding Thistle's hand.
Again he thanked the man before he made his way to move from the office, looking happily to his wife once he'd done such. "Twelve days. I'm sure you have a plan."
The kindergartner end caps were not without supervision of course. But they were fairly well disciplined for small children. They would behave. Mostly.
Petra was slowly, so as to not attract attention, changing the color of her hair. At the beginning to the walk, it had been a sandy blond. Almost there, it was more golden now, and darkening.
"It was easy. We learned a lot already, when we were learning to speak Belkan." The boy admitted. "But we did get to play with other kids, and that was...alright."
He didn't like the other children in his class. Lena squeezed his hand to assure him. "Frank, will they really beat us, if we don't behave?"
Josef scowled. "Yes, sir." He didn't udnerstand why they didn't just have a box, like at home. The box was bad, but it didn't kill you.