You were well notified of what was supposed to be happening today. The results of a long, complicated plan to get what Shadow Milk desired. All you did was root for him from the sidelines, you couldn't really care less.

You didn't really have to ask him how it went afterwards.

He was... quite loud in this state. Thumping, screaming, probably breaking something in his little room where he made his puppets. There were a few screeches between those too, because he was that angry.

He really was like a spoiled little kid when things didn't go his way...

Bless you if you dared poke your head in.

There was the remains of some voodoo doll on the floor, and he was flying around like some trapped fly. You wouldn't have to look long to realise that his teeth were certainly sharper than usual, and his hair, which usually was smooth and resembled a jester hat, was a mess. It actually looked like he had long hair for once.