The corner of Salazar's mouth quirked up in the parody of a crooked smile as he placed down the forms, "The first two pages are general information. Name, birthday, address, if you want direct deposit, who's your emergency contact... Basic things. Next is insurance and medical. After that are the rules of the bookstore and the cafe. And last... this page was forced onto me with the latest bill that passed, even I had to fill one out... It asks about your race and if you have accommodations for things like your monthly ritual. You probably remember this from your old job." Salazar had been shuffling through the papers as he talked, and as he talked about the fifth page his face grew dark and somber.<br/><br/>"It's a piece of shit, that's what it is." Mike interjected as he made himself and Nicholas a cup of coffee, Nicholas just held his in his hands. The warmth was very attractive.<br/><br/>"Though, unlike most of the human run and some of the supernatural run shops, I won't use this information against you. I won't use it to hurt you in any way. And if it were up to me, I'd abolish it. My Master is trying to revoke it while trying to keep other such things from being passed, but at times it is better to let lesser things like this pass than for required monthly blood donations so agencies can try to revert or recreate us." Salazar sighed, his face riddled with wrinkles of worry and frustration, and age.