It didn't happen often, but he enjoyed it when it did. Work had been completed early and most of his coworkers had left; it was only himself and Jack now, keeping a pair on incase the dead decided they'd rather be undead. Mrrh was out doing Mrrh-like things, and that left Anon to spend some quality time with his children. Even if they didn't do much, it was always good to just hang out - today, with it being so close to halloween, Jack had rented horror flicks. Apparently living in a Graveyard and dealing with the undead made this okay for Children to watch, though he did stay away from the Zombie movies and leaned more towards the other types; the Trick r Treats with their Holiday lessons, or the Japanese ones with the ********. Jack's sense of humor was lost on Anon, but he submitted anyway; besides, they were cute, mostly.

So he sat back on the large couch, an arm cradling Cheryl on his lap while the other was around Harry at his side, his head bent just low enough for him to see the screen, but to prevent too much of the TV light to illuminate his face. Just in case.

He had gone out of the house - at night - for a purpose. It was the only thing that made sense if he wanted to meet with this particular friend. He managed to wander back to the cemetery and even found his way to the structure where he had last met with Anon. Quint had been meaning to talk with Anon more or rather just simply see him. Just because the guy was kind of fun to hang out with and talk to. He had even brought a present for his silent friend. For a moment he had considered knocking but it seemed at that moment the large form of Jack opened the door surprising not only Quint but Jack as well. There was a short exchange before Jack told him that Anon and his kids were in the room watching television.

Quint thanked him and went on his merry way though he paused a bit with an odd expression - Kids? Well then, he hadn't realized Anon had it in him. He continued on his way until he entered the room where Anon and the Twins were hiding out. "Hey," he said out loud to announce his presence.

Cheryl was enjoying the movies and so was Harry for the most part but it seemed Harry was more 'impressed' (read: frightened) than his sister was as was evident the way the small boy squished up against his guardian. The small girl just rested back against Daddy and watched the movie with a small smile as her fingertips toyed with Robbie's left ear. Both of the twins blinked and moved to peer a bit at the stranger.

Anon wasn't frightened by the movie, per se. He was creeped out more by the lack of ways to get rid of the ghosts. He was used to dealing with Zombies; One good headshot and they were down. Shotguns didn't phase ghosts, and that unnerved him. Only a little bit. Still, he pat Harry's arm, rubbing it from time to time to remind the boy that he was there, and that everything was fine. The voice had him startle a bit, and the hood turned slightly towards the doorway, gazing up at the figure he vaguely recognized. He was a lot taller now, much thinner, longer hair...but those eyes were the same. Yeah, that was Quint. His lips twitching into a smile, he moved his arm from around Cheryl and waved, then pointed at the lightswitch near Quint before he reached down to grab the remote on the couch's arm to pause the movie.

He was in the process of getting up, just needed to do a little toddler shifting! Cheryl was picked up and hoisted over to sit on the other side of Harry, and he made sure that both children and both plushes were 'safe' and 'comfortable' before he got to his feet. Quint had grown a lot, but then again, so had Anon; he would have been Quint's height too, if it weren't for his constant slouching.

Quint tilted his head to where Anon pointed and lightly flipped the switch where he could get a better look at not only Anon but the two little ones he apparently had at his side at the time. He laughed a bit, "Seems my brother isn't the only one getting twins lately," he said thoughtfully as he held the present in one hand and rubbed the back of his neck. He quietly moved closer to Anon and offered over the present with a small smile, "Thought you could use a little more of these since it's starting to get cold out," he said honestly. It was another hoodie for Anon to wear, "I just kind of guessed that maybe you grew and also guessed at your size, I hope it fits," Quint went on to say. It wasn't easy to buy clothes for another person but at least he made the right guess about his friend.

Cheryl and Harry didn't mind being shifted around and they were both quite comfortable though they did stare quite hard at the new visitor. It was a friend of Daddy's? So that means they were okay to talk to, right? Harry rose up a hand to wave a bit and to his delight the gray toned young man returned the wave. Cheryl just tilted her head observing for now.

Anon glanced back at the twins, his smile turning a little wider than it had been. He highly doubted that he got these twins in the same way that Quint's Brother got them. Though...he couldn't recall who Quint's brother was. Oops. For now he shrugged, not stepping back from Quint as he normally would have, though his hooded head did lower a little bit. His smile faded in surprise, but he reached out to accept the present regardless, taking a moment to unfold it. Ooh, this was a nice one! Smiling again, he folded it up with great care, placing it on the back of the couch for now. He signed for 'Thank you'. which involved flattening his hand, raising it to his lips and lowering it in Quint's direction; to most it would have looked like blowing a kiss, but there definitely was no lip pucker - that and Anon didn't realize it was generally seen as anything BUT 'Thank You'. Raising a gloved index finger to Quint, Anon turned to sign to his twins.

'This is my friend, Quint. Say hello and introduce yourselves.' He signed to them, merely a suggestion; if they didn't, he'd find a pen and paper and do it for them. In fact, once he was done signing, he went to find one. There was usually one hidden in this sitting room...

Quint thankfully wasn't the type to jump into conclusions of the type that would make him think it was a kiss being blown at him but he did assume enough that it was some weird hand-sign for 'Thank You' and he simply nodded a bit, "Welcome," he replied quietly with a small laugh, "need to find someone to teach me some hand signs so I can actually talk to you," he said after a moment and then looked toward the twins as Anon signed to them.

Cheryl rose up her voice, "I'm Cheryl Roach, pleased to meet you. Harry followed suit with a louder and firmer voice than that of his sister, "I am Harry Roach, nice to meet you Mister Quint. Daddy did say thank you! We can help you learn how to sign, Right Daddy?"

Anon had found the pen and paper while the twins were introducing themselves, taking the last few moments of his available time to scribble something on the paper - ugh, writing felt so weird now. But he stopped when Harry questioned him, the hood tilting ever so slightly up. Well, that made his scribblings a little bit useless now, didn't it? Amused in himself (though nothing about his body language expressed this, he gestured to Harry, something suggesting that he agreed. Yes, they could help Quint! But, not wanting to overload his rarely seen friend right away, he went back to his notepad, scratching out the pieces that were no longer necessary. 'It's been a while. (This piece scribbled out beyond recognition). I have an extra book if you would like it.' While holding out the notepad for Quint to read, he reached out with his free hand to pat Cheryl and Harry on the head - as always being careful of soft spots.