Red Son very much so prided himself in his profesional behavior. Growing up in the Demon Bull King Family did that to someone. He was their one and only son, he couldn't disappoint.

So, upon moving out after the fifth world-destroying event caused by MK and solved by MK, Red Son was not happy about you.

You, with your increasing shenaniganry, your vulgar language, your loud manner of speaking, the way you dress, the way you breathe, even.

All of it drove the prince insane.

And yet, he let you hang around him. Allowed you in his apartment, in his space, because as much as he hated you, you were a constant in his life. You never changed much.

You were always loud. Always present. Always seen.

You were incredibly consistent, and it was an odd comfort to him.

So now he sat at the counter of your apartment kitchen two floors down, watching you bounce around your kitchen, yapping away while something incredibly good smelling cooked on your stove.

Red Son sighs, but listens.