The title says it
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The castle is empty except for the laughter coming out of the living room. It's no wonder where everyone is.

Dust walks into the living room and looks at the two demon's sitting on the sofa. Cross waves at him and Killer offers a lazy grin. There would be space for him if it weren't for Killer laying down and taking at least 75% of the sofa.

He walks closer to the two and clears his nonexistent throat. "You gonna move this twig ass of yours?"

Cross looks at him for a moment before the realization that the mortal was speaking to Killer hits him. "No." Killer changes his position and pats his lap. "But there is still space for ya in here."

Dust glares at that. He picks up Crose who squeaks in response and sits down before putting him on his lap. Killer scoffs. Dust has no interest in the show playing on the TV screen, he has no idea why he went here in the first place. Probably the laughter and the sound of voices attracted him here.

Cross leans against him. The mortal signs and scratches behind his horns. The small demon purrs and leans more into the touch. It seems like it's an itchy place. Cute.

Killer glares quietly from the other end of the sofa. He scoots closer to the two before leaning against Dust and huffing loudly. "Jealous?" 

"No." Killer crosses his arms but doesn't stop it as Dust pets his head, the other way around actually, he leans into the touch just like Cross.