@the-devil-less-known He looks a bit manic, covered in mysterious sticky red splatter down his front and across his face — freezing at Alastor entering the kitchen like he just got caught doing something he shouldn't have.
The space is suspiciously clean with the smell of bleach and a used oven, the dishwasher currently rumbling away. The King makes as if to wipe his hands on his shirt, just to change his mind last minute. Instead, there's several attempts to snap wet fingers to change his shirt wherein he's forced to give that up too.
"Um— Uh— Um...!! I cleaned up!!"
He wondered into the kitchen to find him there. Blinking curiously at the state of him. He glanced around the kitchen as though to find the source before looking back to him.
"Are you.. alright?" Stepping forward he bent down at the waist so he could be closer to his level. Then tilted his head to the side before lifting a hand to gently wipe away some of the substance with one claw.
Alastor examined it for a moment before flicking his tongue over it. Curious as to what it was. Whether something used in cooking or blood he didn't know. "What were you doing before?"
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