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JORMUNGAND

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well both of them didn't mind being awake in the evening, so jormungand turned away from the child and headed towards his own house. it wasn't that far away, and hopefully arfur could track his scent and follow over to his home. first thing first was to take asmodeus' things and things he didn't really need anymore. asmodeus had made himself a nice little place in the corner, his things tossed carelessly about. jormungand sighed - his son took after him in a lot of ways but tidiness wasn't a trait he had inherited.

he began picking things up that he didn't need anymore and bringing them outside. asmodeus' stuff went to another pile should his son decide to come and visit, maybe he'd need to expand his home even! once a corner had been cleared, he stepped back slowly out of the house and waited for arfur's arrival.

#psychosocial.