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For OCD Sascha, Morroc was his worst nightmare.
As he fumbled with the key to his eldest brother's home he wondered idly to himself what kind of person would want to live in the dirtiest place in the world. He'd heard once that sand was cleaner than water - but say that to the sand building up in the fur lining of his boots, in the crevices of his hat, in the (unfortunately more and more prevalent) creaselines about his lips and eyes, sticking to Kevin's nose and tail, flicking through the air. What was the point of all this mess? It was disorganised, chaotic!
If SIGH METRO Odin existed SIGH, he must have thought this Heimdall's kitty litter box.
The idea, on a normal day, would make him smirk, but on a day when the sand was actually pelting in through the gap of his shades and his eyes, it made him curse in relief as he pushed open the door.
And the first thing he noticed was the place wasn't covered in dust.
Swipe. Crossbow out and ready, he didn't even bother to look back at Viveka as he began sneaking through the corridors. (After all, Sascha's older brother, though out of contact for several years, had essentially abandoned his Morrocan home for good.)
As he fumbled with the key to his eldest brother's home he wondered idly to himself what kind of person would want to live in the dirtiest place in the world. He'd heard once that sand was cleaner than water - but say that to the sand building up in the fur lining of his boots, in the crevices of his hat, in the (unfortunately more and more prevalent) creaselines about his lips and eyes, sticking to Kevin's nose and tail, flicking through the air. What was the point of all this mess? It was disorganised, chaotic!
If SIGH METRO Odin existed SIGH, he must have thought this Heimdall's kitty litter box.
The idea, on a normal day, would make him smirk, but on a day when the sand was actually pelting in through the gap of his shades and his eyes, it made him curse in relief as he pushed open the door.
And the first thing he noticed was the place wasn't covered in dust.
Swipe. Crossbow out and ready, he didn't even bother to look back at Viveka as he began sneaking through the corridors. (After all, Sascha's older brother, though out of contact for several years, had essentially abandoned his Morrocan home for good.)