A devil of a man.

   ”Seems like being happy isn’t quite a thing for us Night Valians anymore these days,” he murmured, mostly to himself, gaze saddening a little.

  His voice was no longer c h e e r f u l, but instead it was quite upset.

        "Cecil....."

  A pause.

Cecil felt his double moving around and turned his head to look, clasped hands behind his head arcing upward and down to the table. He looked up, eyes widening as Kevin started to climb onto the chair and laid himself across Cecil’s back. 

  Sometimes he got a little.... too excited.

  Placing one foot on the arm of the chair, he pushed himself up until he was literally, while still laughing and giggling around, actually lay on Cecil, arms still wrapped tight around his double.

But that didn’t stop him from, out of concern for his double, halting him and facing him fully. Violet eyes stared into ebony ones.

He reached out and grabbed his double’s hands, gently pulling them away from his face. “Kevin- Kevin calm down! It’s okay.” He glanced over at the two agents that were staring blankly, numbly into the dark booth. “I don’t think they’re there.”

Not there? Something big was going on.

His hands were shaking, and his split smile was somehow contorted into a strange frown, actually making him look a bit more distorted than usual,"C-Cecil-- What are we gonna do--" Kevin paused, turning to head back out the door.

Heading for the other's car, his claws became jittery once again, the collar on his neck slipping so that he thought it was reconnected, which it wasn't.

—Oh god, so many Strex agents everywhere in so little time. No time to do anything privately anymore; Strex Corp didn’t give them the slight privacy that the Sheriff’s Secret Police did.

Things were getting bad and he needed to duck his head down for now. Not to ride out the storm, but to hopefully dip under the radar for an hour or two. Maybe.

Something wonky was happening with the collar around his neck and Kevin was running from Strex Corp for the first time ever.

Nonetheless, he was absolutely scared to death, but the only person he knew to run to was his own double. Not very smart, but a plan efficient enough to hopefully work.

Kevin slid around the corner, bolting off down the sidewalk and towards the studio. His hair was a mess, and blood was seeping from the corners of his gashed cheeks, eyes set plainly on the path in front of him.

Before he could enter the building, the host ran right into Cecil, stumbling back a bit and wiping his face with clawed hands only to smear the blood around more.

"Hm. That sounds very odd! I'll have to tell the representatives about that--"

[ Covers his mouth quickly, shaking his head and whispering through his fingers. ]

[Pauses, then tilts his head, looking at the far wall.]

[Leans against the desk.]