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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.

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he shrugged, it didn't mind how much or how little the pup brought. "hey, what about your art supplies? i remember seeing you paint somewhere before. do you want to bring these?" he tilted his head with a smile, padding over to watch arfur decorate his little corner. "you can also paint the walls, if you want?" unsure if this was a good decision or not he let his gaze wander back to the young male.

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seeing the child so excited brought a small ache to jormungand's heart. he remembered when his children were like that, young and innocent. he didn't think arfur belonged in the pitt - he was too much of a kind soul to be lingering in such a warbound group. he watched arfur bring in buckets of paint and mused at whether this had been a good idea or not. then, arfur asked what he liked so he could paint it on the walls, and jormungand hesitated. well.... he liked his children, he liked to kill and murder, but he wasn't going to let arfur paint blood on the walls. what else was he interested in? analysing the colors and thinking about what else he enjoyed... "arfur? how about you paint a sunset?"

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truly he had asked for a sunset because it was the first thing that came to mind, but the child set about with such determination that jor became determined to like the outcome no matter what. he was confident, though, that arfur wouldn't mess up his home too badly. he sat down behind the other, curled his tail around his paws.

arfur seemed really happy and jor hoped he made the correct decision in allowing arfur to stay. he wasn't sure why he did it but he wanted to be nice - arfur didn't seem to be given enough freedom in the nursery. plus, he missed having animals around him to talk to. the child piped up, asking if he had any babies. he chuckled, a deep rumbling sound. "i have three. asmodeus, hydroestatic and angelembrace. all beautiful children." asmodeus was fine, little did he know what fate had befallen his other two offspring.

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he was watching the child work in almost awe. arfur seemed really confident when he was drawing, using large, flat strokes to paint a beautiful piece on his wall. the child got some paint on his body but he didn't seem to care - that was probably the carelessness of someone who loved his craft, jormungand supposed. surprisingly quickly, arfur finished the work and jor just sat there, pondering. it truly was beautiful. "you have talent, arfur. anybody ever told you that?" he murmured softly, offering the child a soft smile. he really had spirit, this one. the detailed strokes to form the colors of the setting sun, the delicate, thin lines of the loose strands of grass in the meadow - and the recognisable form of both of them watching the sunset. something in his heart tugged and he took a shaky breath, what was this - emotion? was he tearing up and allowing himself to feel again? "it's truly beautiful. really."