"Oh my." As Albedo was intently focused on his alchemical experiment, the only sound in the room was the occasional clinking of glassware. Suddenly, a small puff of smoke filled his station, causing him to cough and fan the smoke out of his face. With a mixture of surprise and amusement, he looked back at his flask, which appeared to have blown up in his face—quite literally. Despite his years of experience in alchemy, he had not anticipated this outcome. He couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the unexpected turn of events.

It seems that Klee has tampered with Albedo's belongings and mixed up some similar substances. This experiment required precise measurement and specifics, and the margin of error was quite significant. The worst part of this whole situation? There was no documented consequence for what could happen to Albedo if the experiment failed. It was safe to say he wasn't expecting to grow feline features.

"A fatal error indeed. It would seem I have muddled my elements, and it resulted in an unprecedented conclusion." Albedo would murmur to himself as he reached a hand up to his hair, running his gloves through it until he felt the two cat ears that had now sprouted from it.