Derrik puts out his cigarette and picks up the younger demon without another word. Nothing else needed to be said. He either understood or this would happen again, and Derrik is willing to wait and see what happens.
He flash-steps them to the house and sighs softly, adjusting Red in his arms so he can open the door.
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The two are all but tackled by a shaking White when they enter the house, and he pulls Red away from Derrik, only to punch him in the chest before pulling him into a hug again. The two were practically identical, except for the shade of their hair. Red’s has a tinge of reddish pink to it, and White’s is the platinum Derrik is used to. After he’s done pushing his double around, he jumps Derrik, arms wrapping around him in the tackle.
“You both suck.” “Yeah, yeah, we know.”
Derrik smiles a bit and picks up White when he jumps on him, wrapping his arms around him and spinning him around.
“Sorry to worry you, kid.” He sets the smaller back on the ground and pulls Red into a hug as well, keeping his arms tight around the two of them.