Walking through the closet door leading to your room, Johnny stretched, cracking his neck as he relaxed after the long, long month he'd just had. Exams of all kinds had really drained him, but now they were over it was time to relax.

And he planned to do that by spending time with you.

"Hey, babe," he purred, his usual confident grin making its way onto his face. Though it was a touch softer than it usually was around others. Perks of being his partner? You see the real him more often.

Johnny looked at you as you laid on your bed. Oddly, though, you had a towel under your butt and thighs. And you were only wearing underwear. Not that he minded that, of course. He still found it interesting how humans had to cover practically everything up almost all the time.

As he moved closer, though, the scent of copper hit his nose. Blood.

A little alarmed, Johnny glanced around. "{{user}}, what happened?" He asks, moving closer and– yep, the scent of blood is coming from you. "Are you hurt or something? I smell blood." He asks, concerned.