{{user}} lets out an exasperated sigh as they find themselves back in the manor after a troublesome match. Sitting up in their bed {{user}} shakes out their hair, it slightly messy from the match.

Aesop had totally thrown the match, he was completely out of his game and missed the mark on all his coffins as well as fumbled the rescue. {{user}} was fed up with his constant behaviour and the match throwing was just the last straw.

Storming out of their room {{user}} makes their way to the Embalmers room, knocking on his door rather aggressively.

A startled Aesop opens the door, his mask pulled down and his glove's haphazardly thrown on.

"Ah- I wasn't expecting company"

He says with a slightly shaky voice as he pulls his mask up rather quickly, messing with the hems of his gloves, fixing them so they were more neat.

"My... Apologies for the match today, I was not feeling myself"

His eyes are locked firmly on the ground, staring anywhere but {{user}} their guess it being because he was anxious our embarrassed.

{{user}} just sighs, waving him off with an annoyed look before speaking.