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Hunter was trying to focus on the paper work he needed to get done while waiting for Luz to read and reply, but he kept glancing away and almost glaring at the scroll. When it did go off, he pounced on it. He frowned a little as he read her texts. More so at the last one.

[txt] You know you could have just shoot me a couple texts to tell me you wanted to talk. Or give me a warning before kicking in the Castle doors. Right?

[txt] Wait. Eber and Darius?

[txt] OH

[txt] You mean Kiki and Dad.

[txt] My bad.

“You can date convened witches as well, brother.”

    Noel screeches. Why wouldn’t he? The library was quiet, he was keeping to himself in a corner, and no one had been around in hours. So to have anything shouted right by him is enough to give him a fright...and make him fall out of his chair; with several books following him on the way down.

He gives a hum in response to Philip’s words and gently squeezes his hand. “. . . I agree, babe. . . Personally, I think his morals are more than enough of a punishment for him.” Howell is definitely going to be in agony for a while.

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"Well I'd certainly hope you do." He scoffed.

Humming a little tune, Willow laid out a blanket and set a basket of food down, checking her scroll for the time. It took a little bit of back and forth but she was finally able to pin down an afternoon that Hunter would have time off, she didn’t tell him why, but she did ask him to meet her.

Though she probably was a little obvious when fishing to find out what food he liked, she wanted to do something nice that could give him a moment to relax so a picnic seemed like a good option.

It had been awhile since he had last seen Kikimora. In the time between then and now, he’d managed a trip to the Night Dimension, went on a rampage through his throne room, then had an enlightening talk with Aku about the whole situation. What hadn’t dawned on Bill until he got back, however, was that he’d failed to follow up with the house spirit on the situation at all. That poor batch of tea and biscuits went to waste! Well, far be it for him to leave a loose thread hanging.

The demon waited until the mora was asleep, figuring it would be best to approach her on her own terms rather than popping in unannounced. Once she was, he crafted a small dream for the two of them to meet within. It was a dark space beneath a cosmic expanse, the only structure being a Mayan styled pyramid. It didn’t quite capture his unique visage, but it would prove more functional for what he had in mind.