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[ten_of_swords]

He looks at the door.

M16.

He hadn't known where else to go. Not with the problem he had.

So.

He knocks.

And waits.

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[ten_of_swords]

"He's too small to be on his own just yet. You're hot enough to warm him and me," Ruin concedes with a grin. "C'on, let's go to bed, Legs."

He scoots her off of him, handing Clay over while he gets undressed then joins them.