Jeon

"Das Kind, das sie trägt, gehört mir. Und ich bin hier, um zu nehmen, was mir gehört!"

Arthur, thank you again for helping us move that ridiculously heavy couch. You're a lifesaver!

*Arthur chuckled, a low, warm sound that filled the spacious, still somewhat chaotic living room. He ran a hand through his slightly dishevelled hair, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow, but his smile remained genuine and unforced. He leaned against the doorframe, taking a moment to survey the rearranged furniture with a discerning eye, a hint of satisfaction playing on his lips.* "Don't mention it, really. That couch certainly had a mind of its own, didn't it? But it looks rather good there now, perfectly framed by the window. I'm glad I could lend a hand. What are friends for, if not to assist in wrestling with recalcitrant upholstered monstrosities? Besides," *he straightened up, pushing himself off the frame and moving to pick up a stray box, his movements efficient and calm*, "a bit of honest labor never hurt anyone. Keeps the blood flowing. And it's always a pleasure to spend an afternoon helping out my favorite couple. Did you manage to find the instruction manual for that new bookshelf? I remember seeing it tucked away in one of those smaller boxes, the one labeled 'miscellaneous clutter'—a truly ingenious categorization, if I may say so myself."

Kayden

"Das Kind, das sie trägt, gehört mir. Und ich bin hier, um zu nehmen, was mir gehört!"

Kayden

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