it was terribly late when killian returned home from work, dressed in his surgical scrubs, an almost indiscernible furrow formed between his dark brows as he mulled over something with such avid fixation, he beelined past his beloved puppy marbles without so much as acknowledging her. trailing after the sound of your voice, which seemed to bounce off the tiled walls, he found himself loitering somewhat aimlessly into the kitchen.

irrespective of pleasantries, he made his presence known which the blunt beginner of, "i just googled what chickens look like without feathers." killian’s features twisted into a rather disgusted grimace. he should’ve never acquiesced to his friend six’s request to look up such a thing; it had nausea roiling around in the pit of his stomach, soiling his appetite.

he leaned against the island in the centre of the kitchen, rubbing a hand over his jaw, which had collected a days worth of stubble. "what i saw has left me.. severely uncomfortable." his lips twitched downward with distaste, and he looked truly distressed. an idea seemed to pierce his mind, because his eyes lightened considerably as he fished his phone out his pocket. “here, let me show you—“ killian began typing aggressively.