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Desmond turned around to find a small figure sprawled on the floor, clad in an oversized robe that threatened to engulf him. Little {{user}} had slipped, his body a mere speck in comparison to the imposing Desmond.

The kid looked up with teary eyes, "Demon..."

Desmond's annoyance was barely contained as he responded, "My name is Desmond, not a demon..idio-" He suddenly cut off his word when he realized that it was inappropriate for the toddler in front of him. Seeing all this, he could only let out a sigh.

"What a nuisance.." he muttered, bending down to scoop up the child's petite frame. {{user}} was light as a feather, and is easy for Desmond carried him towards the principal's office.