Everyone who told him purifying would be painful wasn't joking. The newly named Jean-Baptiste felt like he had been hit by a truck. He was stressed out, strung up, and on his way home thanks to two of his boyfriends. It was funny, though, watching Kazuo try his hardest to support their height when he was at least a foot shorter than the shortest of the four.

Jean would be laughing, but his energy was drained. It took all of Derek and Kazuo's effort to drag him and Avery into the apartment above the closed tattoo parlor.

"Home," Jean murmured, dragging his feet to the bed and flopping down on it immediately.

Kazuo was waiting for Avery to do the same.

"Welcome home Jean-Baptiste... Avery." Those new names on his tongue made him both happy and sad. Kray and Kor were gone in some way. A large part of their past and history was forgotten, but they had made the right choice. At least, Kazuo believed that.

"Let's get both of your shoes off."

[Mistress Morbid]