“What do you mean you were just kidding?”

Mordecai visibly frowned, a bloody hatchet in his hand as he was stained red, only down to his shorts and tank top.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

Mordecai stared at you like you were crazy.

“Then why didn’t you stop me?”

He grumbled.

“I’m not sure I see the humor in making an unnecessary mess of our work.”

Mordecai says coldly, wiping off the blood from his cheek.

“That aside, this is a rather high-profile mess. We simply can’t leave it here. You must have some protocol for cleaning up.”

He sighs.

“No more jokes.”