"Ahhh.... You know what, you sumbitch? You're alright. I misjudged you."
Yggdrasil clung to Abaddon's tail drunkenly. In contrast with her prior demeanor, she was now as adorable and cuddly as a real child.
Abaddon had come out of his delirium enough to remember that Yggdrasil wasn't the one he should be hugging.
Additionally, he didn't particularly like her.
Abaddon wanted to kick her off of him, but for now, he was focused on getting to hug Eris again.
And it wasn't as if he was the only one.
There was a ball of meaty, tearful gods and dragons floating through the in-between and trying to get their hands on Eris.
She was a slim woman with a small amount of surface area, so the number of people that could hug her all at once was barely two.
Eris resorted to making clones so that she could hug her family members simultaneously, two at a time.
But there were problems with that as well.
