get your mit, we're playing catch, dammit

Asmodeus was a very light sleeper unlike most others of his age. Even slumbering deeply the boy was always inwardly awaiting adventure, listening for his name and prepared to answer it's call at any time of day. At the sound of his father's voice his eyes peeked open, tail beginning to beat unwillingly against his mother's side in excitement. It was so rare an occasion that Pyrrhic called for just one of the siblings and Deus was not going to ruin this for himself, he squirmed slowly out from Riva's soft fur and padded very slowly and carefully step by step towards Pyrrhic.

It wasn't until he was nearly touching his nose to his dad's leg that his excitement got the better of him, his attempt at stealth instantly dropping as he threw himself at the Abraxas man's leg for a hug. All four small limbs enclosed around the much larger appendage, his cheek rubbing up affectionately into the fur. He wanted to ask what they were doing today, but worried he couldn't keep his voice soft enough to not wake his sister.