Mori couldn't help a slight chuckle, looking up at the place. "My second time here this week... Both houses jus' absolutely lovely..." His words were starting to slur a little, of perhaps he was too tired to keep up the posh accent, a hint of northern slipping in. His head, too heavy to keep up, kept falling in the crook of the Devil's neck as he was carried.
They still had the strength to lean up against something, if the Devil needed a hand free to knock.
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Date: 6 Jul 2025 18:08 (UTC)They still had the strength to lean up against something, if the Devil needed a hand free to knock.