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[mycursedface]

There was a wedding, and a certain couple entirely forgot about a present. And she had sighed and said she'd make a rug, and he had gone thank you, thank you very much. And so it was that Medusa has been making a rug for the past few months in her time - occasionally drifting in and out, but mostly concentrating on colours and weaves and symbols and magic.

But lo! Said rug is finished, and is now currently being thumped down on Sam's desk.

Gently, of course.

It wouldn't do to unduely startle the Devil, just because it's hours after dawn.

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[mycursedface]

It is about this point that Medusa just gives up on attempting to get Sam to come outside and act like a proper person.

She twists around and kisses him; on the mouth, very deeply.

[necessary_child]

"Mmf."

Sam is more than happy to kiss her back, thoroughly, arms sliding around her.

[mycursedface]

And Shreddie watches this, sulks for a minute, and then starts to play on the forgotten rug.

Sometimes, you just gotta make your own entertainment.