[Blood smears the floor like a finger painting as Alla scrambles upright. It seems no matter where he tries to go or look, the stranger is there, right next to him.]
Y-You did not leave! Why... why did you stay?
[His voice wanes off into a whimper. A flush of blood heats and darkens his cheeks as embarrassment takes hold. He curtains his face with a snarl of translucent claws in an attempt to conceal his weakness. Nobody has yet seen him transform. No one, except his Lord, Duke Airen. And to make matters worse, Pitch's reaction isn't something Alla has ever prepared himself for... not that he's prepared much for this situation, anyway. But to say he hasn't lost sleep over 'what ifs' of people seeing him transform would be a lie.
Alla's two-tone ears flinch as his heated blood sparks his anger once more.]
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Y-You did not leave! Why... why did you stay?
[His voice wanes off into a whimper. A flush of blood heats and darkens his cheeks as embarrassment takes hold. He curtains his face with a snarl of translucent claws in an attempt to conceal his weakness. Nobody has yet seen him transform. No one, except his Lord, Duke Airen. And to make matters worse, Pitch's reaction isn't something Alla has ever prepared himself for... not that he's prepared much for this situation, anyway. But to say he hasn't lost sleep over 'what ifs' of people seeing him transform would be a lie.
Alla's two-tone ears flinch as his heated blood sparks his anger once more.]
What is it you want with me?!