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(Elaine, heh heh heh… -laughter trails off nervously- I assure you he’s different though. Look up H. P. Lovecraft and you’ll see.)

(Kari, I actually have two Aidens. One being the son of #Arian and the other a manipulative lacrosse-playing 17-year-old mastermind with a thing for poisoned blades.)

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Lovecraft squinted at the pink girl curiously, resisting the temptation to touch her wine-colored skin (His OCD came into play a great deal when faced with new species). He had a feeling the queen’s guard would have something to say about it anyways.

An explosion pulled his attention past the “darling” couple as he raised his pen, ready for whatever should come through the door. Instead of the demented beast he was expecting, a second pair emerged from the dust. “Ello there,” he grinned at the new arrivals, ” Slipping his pen into the pocket of his dark coat with a flourish, he furrowed his brow as he spotted the unconscious girl. “What happened?”