You receive a message on your GHS from Alvin. It is a naughty picture of Muzet.
There are few he’s given his GHS number out to; receiving messages from those outside the Svent family are a rare occasion, leaving little surprise to register upon checking mobile device after the small ‘beep’ that constituted his alert. Casually the apparatus was flipped open--he might as well see what his cousin wanted this time, after all--
Except this wasn’t a text message. It was a photo. Of--
Oh dear. Oh dear. A risque pin-up nude taken by... well, it looked like the woman had taken it with her hair to hold the camera. And--wait, he’d met her before. This was altogether too much. Far worse than when Alvin had sent pictures of women modeling Elympios’ latest swimwear.
Face red, fingers fumbling--delete, delete--as soon as such an improper picture was gone from his GHS’ memory card, two fingers were placed upon the bridge of his nose, exhaling forcefully. Both angered and flustered, he had quite the lecture and reprimand in mind for his cousin.
[text: Alfred Vint Svent:] ALVIN WHATSD
He’d prematurely hit the send button instead of backspacing. Alright, calm down Hubert; finish in another message.
[text: Alfred Vint Svent:] Cousin. Have you ever heard the concept ‘private affairs’? Perhaps you ought learn it. Keep your affairs private. From me. Forever. [text: Alfred Vint Svent:] If not I’ll contact Balan and spread the stories of ‘Alfred the crybaby’ around every market in the combined worlds.