Atticus approached the door to his room calmly.
The soulkin had shamelessly perched himself atop his head, wriggling and shifting every few seconds as he tried to part Atticus's bushy hair to make himself more comfortable.
He whimpered once, twice, then gave a satisfied chirp as he settled in.
Atticus let him. Completely.
It was already clear who held the power in this relationship, and it wasn't him. With how cute he was, Atticus doubted he had the heart to refuse the little beast anything.
'I should give him a name soon.' Atticus thought.
"Hmph, I already took care of that," Ozeroth suddenly said.
Atticus raised an eyebrow. "Really? You looked like you wanted nothing more than to rip him apart the last time you two interacted. But now you're naming him? This one and a half month has been eventful, huh… Daddy Ozzy."
"Don't read too much into it, Bond," Ozeroth huffed. "I just decided to do him a favor! He was just so pitiful being called soulkin constantly."
