[center][h1][color=pink]〜❤[/color]  [color=63c5da]AJ[/color]  [color=pink]💙〜[/color][/h1][/center][hr][right][sup][@blackdragon] | Gertrude of Wilmette[/sup][/right]AJ reached the top of the steps and stopped at the door. The girl introduced herself as Gertrude.

[color=63c5da]"Yeah... home sweet home."[/color] None of the lines seemed to have worked. AJ swallowed, then carried his bag inside and set it near the door. He moved to open it, but the clasp caught on his hand and tore the bandaging off.

A plume of lavender smoke burst from the back of his hand and spread quickly. A tiny, pint-sized version of his mother arose from his tattoo.

[color=967bb6]"Astaroth! How dare you silence me for two whole hours! What if you had been killed?"[/color]

AJ groaned and tried to cover the tattoo, but the small Vivian pushed his hand away easily. [color=967bb6]"Don't you cover me, young hellspawn! What do you-"[/color] She caught a glimpse of the room. [color=967bb6]"Oh my. That is a nice room. And, you've scored yourself a woman already?"[/color] Vivian squealed. [color=967bb6]"I forgive you, Astaroth!"[/color]