[At much as he had tried to clean the majority of the filthy gore from his flesh, there was no saving his vestments. His cassock was damp with it, and his blond hair, tightly bound, though disheveled in places, was stained, along with the gloved fingertips that tightly wound in the cloth against his mouth. Not to mention.. the mess he had made in the far stone corner... He'd look to cleaning it up once he got his head on straight.

Exhaust-filled viridian's glanced up through thick sharp lashes, for once not jumping at the sight of his mere presence. If anything, he was bedeviled that he felt a sense of ease upon hearing the persistent man's voice. Lifting his own was another matter, and there was but barely a cherubic hush to regard him.]


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