“ Is that . . . Blood ?”
"I assure you it's paint my dear!" The tall man hummed as he lowered his body slightly. He was taller than her by a few inches. He smiled at her. Wide. Unnatural as he holds up a paint brush with red paint on it as he steps aside to reveal a painting. Capturing the sun's rays. Giggling lightly he places the paint brush down and approached the young woman.
"Oh it's so good to see a friendly face out here!" He says with a rather giddy tone as he looked her over. She was young. Pretty. No doubt a water bender. So having to act normal around this girl would be hard. His fear stems from water. It makes him nervous that he did infact kill someone and their body is hiding just beyond the bush. His eyes hidden by his hair he places a hand on his chest.
"You may call me Undertaker~! At your humble service my dear!" He shakes her hand forcefully. His boney pale fingers felt just like how he looked. Dead and cold. Pale and covered in scars dressed in black. Something was obviously off. And Adrian wasn't going to like the outcome if she found him out.
"Forgive me my dear! You caught me at a bad time! Look at me all splattered in paint! I'm going to have to wash them when I get home!" He looks down at the red covering his black clothing and parts of his scarred hands.
