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Elvis shrieked as he ran over, grabbing the box. “Is this for me, Mommy?” he asked. “Yes, it is. A little apology for not informing you I’ll be leaving for a while,” Arthur said. “Apology accepted!” Elvis said. “Grandma, I have a new video game!” he ran off. “I picked right then,” Arthur commented. “You did. How’s work over there?” I asked. “We ran into a little problem, but it'll be sorted soon. Don’t worry, it won’t affect my plans to come home.”

For the next two hours, the dark shadows of the past felt completely gone. We brought up a big tray of warm chicken soup, fruit slices, and chocolate milk for the kids. Emma woke up, giggling as Arthur sat on the floor between both beds, letting the kids paint funny yellow smiley faces on his big hands with washable markers. Seeing Arthur laugh with Leo–seeing the exact same dark almond shape in their eyes, the exact same slight dimple on their left cheeks when they smiled–made my heart swell with pure, undeniable joy. It had been right in front of my face the whole time.

Arthur mentioned out loud. Merlin, who was hiding just around the corner of the entrance, walked beside Arthur “Yes, but this might be the catalyst he needs to draw out the crest.” The Minotaur roared and pulled on its chains, attempting to break free. Rainer tried to back away but his feet were stuck to the ground, he was quivering, and the sight of the large beast frightened him. “Not again. I can't move.” The bell rang and the chains were released. The minotaur charged at Rainer, who was still stuck to the ground.

“This is just my allergies. No, not to dust, to assholes.” His glaring was interrupted by more banging and scratching at the door. Faces appeared pressed against the small windows on either side. The glass was covered in dust and grime, so we couldn’t see the faces very clearly, but there was a hint or two of tentacle. “Who are they?” squealed Flossie, holding on tight to Dudley. “Why do they want to kill yo’?” “They’re my biggest fans,” said Arthur. “They love me to death.” “And the tentacles...?” I asked, since he was being so chatty.

And there he noticed that his eyeglasses that are usually there are gone, so is his hoodie and headphones. His mouth then formed an ‘oh’, realising what his co- members were talking about. “Oh this? I just had a mini model photoshoot this early morning, hence the traffic. I’ll probably return to my original form by lunch period.” Arthur said with a playful smile. “Oh, and I also viewed the tasks and I will be taking up all the unfilled ones so,” Arthur walked towards his bag, swinging it by his shoulder and walking towards the doors, “I’ll be seeing you guys at lunch. I will be going first, bye bye!” then closed the doors. The last thing that they saw was his smirk.

“They’re beautiful. Imagine the stories they could tell if they could talk.” Arthur said, "I bet they wouldn’t tell as good a story as Gina Gentlehammer.” I laughed. Mia laugh-snorted. “Daddy, you’re being silly. I didn’t know you could be silly.” “I can be silly,” Arthur said, but something grabbed his attention, and he was distracted. “Let’s go in.” Arthur had found a small painting, barely bigger than my palm. It was a mother and daughter looking at a mama and baby swan. “I’ll take it,” Arthur told the gallery clerk in Italian. He looked at me and then at Mia. “So we can remember this trip.”

He'd literally cut the tongue of anyone that'll speak ill of his kids. She opened the envelope and brought out a few papers filled with drawings. A smile formed on her lips as she saw a picture of a stick-like person in a purple dress with black hair and blue hair. There was a childish handwriting at the bottom that read 'My beautiful mommy with blue eyes'. Enzo, on the other hand couldn't concentrate with the way her breasts were peaking out of her towel. Getting conscious of how the tension in the room was getting thicker, Arieon placed the drawings on the nightstand and turned to face him. The towel almost fell but she grabbed it quickly.

4 | FIRST TIME MEET Arther's car stopped slowly right at a bakery called 'Yummy Cake Days' on there right now. Arther himself remained ofsilent for a little moment in the car right now, closing both of his eyes very tightly. Especially when Arther noticed the discoloration in both of his eyes, and he immediately tried to calm himself and his wolf soul - Arlo. After all, Arther was still in the human world, and the slight changes about to his body could be quite dangerous if seen directly by the humans. Arther immediately began to frown on there quite deeply. And Arther's nose moved slowly, breathing in a breath of air that was both foreign and so much comforting for him about right on there

“Defeated by a four-year-old and a cushion moat.” “He is simply prioritizing his actual legacy,” I replied, moving toward them, carrying Clara’s bottle. Arthur finally emerged from under the chair, slightly breathless but victorious. He stood, brushing the lint off his knees. “Ah, Elara. The cavalry has arrived. I have successfully neutralized the thread count threat, but I fear my joints have filed a formal complaint.” I kissed his cheek. “You’re wonderful, Arthur. But perhaps we should save the orthopedic drama until after the papers are signed.”

But I ended up completely stunned. Arthur squirmed, his arms locking me in. His sharp eyes, sharp jaw, and the pungent scent of expensive musk perfume made me hear my own heartbeat. Reality hit me hard, slamming me back into the real world. Who was I? Who was I to shout at and point fingers at my own master? Especially while wearing a knee-length, puffy dress that wasn't even a real dress. It was just a children's entertainer costume. "So-sorry, sir." Before my gaze could fall, Arthur pinched my chin. A deceptive kind of compulsion. Of course, this was a blessing in disguise. His hazel pupils resembled eternal twilight. How calming compared to the expanse of silent sky behind him.