what's the news? // p, arfur

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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.

[shinigami sakigami]

Arfur didn’t have much to bring, in all truth. The young pup had simple things, some plants for instance. Hauling them through the doorway first, his ebony gaze travelled up and saw Jormungand waiting for him. A ginger smile appeared on his maw as he set down his catnip plant and glanced around. Then, he saw the corner clearly meant for himself.

Moving into it, he would arrange his plants carefully before turning and looking at the doorway. “I don’t has much…”

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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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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Arfur perks up at the offer to bring his art supplies. In truth, he had been very worried that Jormungand wouldn’t allow him to keep his paints and simple brush. But now that he heard he was allowed? Well, Arfur certainly would not be complaining. A delicate smile creased his maw as he shifted out the door and began to haul in his art supplies one by one. He towed in red, blue, and yellow small buckets, arranging them in his corner neatly. Then, Jor gives him a proposal.

He can paint the walls.

A soft smile turned bigger, his head nodding rapidly. “What things do you like? I’ll paint those!”

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JORMUNGAND

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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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Arfur, how about you paint a sunset?

The canine child would perk up, his gaze turning reminiscent as he hummed gently. Then, he turned to view his paints and the wall above. It was evident he was deep in thought, and as such, considering his project carefully. Since this was Jor’s home first, Arfur wanted to do an amazing job. After all, someone so amazing as to give him a sense of friendship, or perhaps even family, was warming to his heart.

He finally felt complete.

After a moment, he grabbed the paints and began to dip his small paws in. Then, the child of rot would go to the wall and begin making long strokes with the red paint. Although he was small, he was determined. He would find a way to give Jor his sunset.

He had to.

As he focused on his drawing, he looked to Jor with a brief glance. “Do you have babies?”

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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.

#psychosocial.

[shinigami sakigami]

The child smiled at Jormungand’s reply, nodding his head as he worked. So, he had three kids? That must’ve been a handful, especially considering Arfur wasn’t a fan of other children. Perhaps it was from a place of jealousy, as silly as it may sound. But, considering he had no family to indulge in him as the others did, he thought it perfectly right for him to wish for a true, loving family.

Soon enough, he had paint in his fur and some in his face, but the drawing was done. All things considered, it was actually a very well done sunset. It faded between gentle and yet vibrant hues upon the walls of their home. There was a small meadow at the bottom, something one would be unlikely to see here. And, because Arfur couldn’t resist, there was a drawing of himself with Jormungand watching the sunset.

He turned around, examining the male and awaiting a response.

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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."

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[shinigami sakigami]

The abundant approval seeping from the male beside him made Arfur light up. He had tried extremely hard to create this photo, and now that he had? Well, he was elated. A ginger grin took up his face as he sat down and began to fiddle with his fur in an attempt to remove some of the paint. Jormungand really thought his piece was great, and to Arfur that was the best thing since sliced bread.

“You’re the only person to ever say nice things to me and mean it,” he remarked casually.