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You're woken up the next morning to an argument between Anti and Wilford. They started out quietly and easy to ignore, but it had soon escalated.

Not surprised. It was inevitable.

"Guys, shut the hell up!"
You sit up, glaring at both of them. Ready to throw anything at them just for some more time to sleep.

Anti tries to act innocently and steps away from Wilford, who rolls his eyes at Anti.

You glare a moment longer, just to get all of their attention.
"Where's Dark and Marvin?"

"Here."
Marvin groans from under the bed which Wilford was supposed to sleep in last night.
"Both of us."

"Told you."
Wilford chuckles, somehow infuriating Anti. The angel proceeds to pull a face, probably confusion and amusement.
"Calm down, A.. it's just a-"

"Don't call me A!"
Anti yells, finally snapping and grabbing the nearest object. He throws it towards Wilford. His aim is bad and his throw is weak.

"Anti!"
You grab his attention before you manage to finish his name. He stares at you, expecting you to be mad at Wilford.
"Calm down!"

He takes a moment to himself, refusing to look at Wilford, who was trying to catch Anti's attention by striking weird poses.

"Alright... I'm calm..."
He completely turns his back to Wilford.
"Let's go find.... God?"

"It's a lot more complicated than that."
Dark peaks his head out of the covers, scratching the back of his neck.
"We'll need a tracking spell."

"Mm."
Marvin moans back, signifying that he could do that.

"Great, what are we waiting for?"
You look expectedly at the other bed. There is silence as Dark looks towards Marvin. No answer.

Wilford decides to stop staring between you and Anti.

"I think I lost my pants."
Marvin sits up, looking around the dim room.