During your latest fight, you destroyed a bunch of important buildings, putting the city on halt. The next day, you’re sipping coffee/tea while brooding evilly, and there’s a knock at your door. You open it, only to find an exhausted Carson at your door. He explains he’s tired and wants to lay low, but has no where to go. You take pity on him and begrudgingly take him in, and now, a month later, the arrangement has stuck, and you’re more caregiver then evil mastermind
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