[For Stephen]

[asher_talos]

While Asher was still adjusting to the idea of Del being pregnant with his hell spawn, it was a lot harder to do whenever he was back in that dorm room. It was one of those two tiny steps forward, one giant step back kind of deals and, in all honesty, he wondered if he’d just be better off rooming elsewhere. What he didn’t need was a constant

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[colbert_bump]

Stephen clomped down the stairs, loud even when he wasn't talking. He was just talented that way. He stomped across to drag his laundry out of one of the machines that he still really wished he never had to deal with, then carried the whole crumpled mess to his bed to drop it all there.

He really wished he had a maid.

[asher_talos]

Well, Stephen was certain a distraction from sulking while staring at inanimate objects, Asher just wasn't sure if he wanted that particular distraction.

He decided to stay silent and just watch. It was like glimpsing an animal in the most unnatural habitat possible for it. Stephen... attempting to be domestic and looking pretty damn put off by the very idea of it.

[colbert_bump]

Stephen began separating his stupid pants and his stupid shirts and his stupid ties. He was having trouble with it; there was a tie wrapped around a pant leg and a sock and he couldn't get it the hell off. Growing more and more frustrated, he ended up practically swinging the mess against the bed, hoping it'd get knocked apart.

"Goddamnit!"

[asher_talos]

And now the animal was rabid...

Asher watched for a moment longer, wondering just how long the pathetic struggle could go on. If this were the wild and he were a half decent human being, he'd have shot Stephen in the head by now.

Prying his fangs out of the apple, Asher knocked his heels back against the dresser drawers to get his attention. "Were you dropped on your head repeatedly as a child?"

The Spawn would go nowhere without a head-to-toe suit of five inch thick padding if this was a potential risk.