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[dragon_twin]

Melou stomps up the stairs to Angela's room and when he enters, the door slams nicely behind him. He places the fox gently enough in the pile with the other toys he acquired the day before and then slumps in a chair, sulking.

If Angela is around, she's got one broody prince on her hands.

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[angela_edmunds]

Angela is towel-drying her hair when she hears the door slam. She frowns, her brow furrowing, then drops the towel in the sink.

She comes out of the bathroom, looking concerned. "Hey. What's wrong?"

[dragon_twin]

For all he's really, really mad, his voice is quiet. "I talked to him."

[angela_edmunds]

Angela can tell he's angry, and she shifts nervously before coming to sit down nearby. "Who?" she asked softly, running her fingers through her hair.

[dragon_twin]

"Mordred." It's said even more quietly as he glances down at the toys.

"I wanted to know for sure if he made any of them."