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[mycursedface]

And on this fine, beautiful morning, after dawn, Medusa is outside with a sister, the dogs, and a number of blackened kitchen implements. Blackened from charcoal, which happens when you cook on open fires, but just because it is a regular occurrence doesn't mean that you leave them that way, oh no

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[necessary_child]

Sam had woken when Medusa left their bed, but he hasn't bothered to actually get up until now. He hasn't bothered with a shirt, but he'd dragged his fingers through his hair a few times before happily exploring his way back out again to find his girlfriend and her sister.

He leans comfortably against a nearby wall, smiling. "Morning."

[mycursedface]

Medusa does know that he is there - she can taste him, and she smell him, and see him in shades of heat. She's also had to drop the scrapper in favour of trying to protect herself from the dogs.

The dogs are, naturally, taking full advantage of her being on the ground and going lick, lick, lick, lick.

[far_roaming]

Casting an amused look at her sister, Euryale lifts her head.

"Morning, Lucifer," she says, cheerfully, wiping the back of her hand against her forehead (and leaving a streak of charcoal behind).

The remain dog eyes Sam, and walks over, wagging his tail hopefully.

"Sleep all right?"

[necessary_child]

Sam grins at Medusa's triplet. "Yes, thanks."

He can sense his fate looming over him, and chooses to gracefully accept it. The dog gets patted on the head.