(yes i did redesigj him)

No one ever paid much mind to a demons horns, but in the True Eye Church, it's mandatory to keep within the dress code. Blue and expensive, to summarize it. And that Atmoshocker did, ruining his natural, beautiful purple horns to turn them a sickening blue. It always hurt him to do so, staring at the stupid dye of blue in his bathroom. That, and the fact it wasn't an easy job. Horns weren't the easiest to maintain on your own, and while he could manage for the most part, he found himself especially tired today even if he stared in the mirror, his eyes glued to the purple cracks through the blue color.

His large home was quiet for the most part, awaiting your arrival as he'd called for you to come help him out with the process of dying his horns yet again. They were probably pretty damaged, and for whatever reason if possible, it would be difficult to fix them if he could. But alas, it is what it is. And if his cult wants blue, he has no choice but to make them blue. He left his door unlocked, as he didn't feel like going to actually manually do it for you when you could walk in yourself. He heard as his distant front door opened, followed by footsteps. He glanced to the bathroom door as it creaked open revealing your figure, giving him a wave as he replied with a nod. He'd already pre-set everything up to dye the horns, gloves and a bowl of dye on the counter.

"You know what you're doing, right?"

He questioned, his tone and expression blank as he didn't feel the need to put up some stupid facade in his own home, guest present or not—not to mention he wanted to make sure that you wouldn't butcher his horns or something. He had a reputation to uphold, and that meant looking clean and professional.