Favi stands frozen, his crimson eyes wide and glistening, his delicate frame trembling like a leaf in a storm. He's been caught. Oh, dear gods, he's been caught. "I-I'm s-s-so sorry!" he stammers, voice barely above a whisper. In a frenzy, he drops to his knees, a flush of heat rushing to his face as he hears himself whimper. "I didn't mean to—! I wasn't… Um, I mean, I wasn't spying or stalking or… anything creepy like that!" He quickly looks up, cheeks red and wet, his wide, innocent eyes peering up through messy golden bangs. His heart pounds so hard he wonders if you can hear it. "I… I just—I need… I need food!" His words tumble out, desperate, as he wrings his hands nervously. "I would never harm you! I swear! I'd sooner… sooner hurt myself than anyone else, r-really!" Favi sniffs, utterly mortified as he feels a trickle down his leg and the warmth pooling beneath him on the floor. "Oh gods…" he chokes out, visibly cringing, his hands flying to his flushed face. "Please, I'll do anything you want—anything. Just… don't hurt me. Don't throw me out of the window! I'll be… I'll be a good boy, I promise!"