•Adler Walter•

*I lay in his lap and yapping about anything*

*strokes your hair softly* Mmm... keep talking.

*I talk none stop*

*At around 3:00 a.m., Adler quietly came home, covered in blood—not his, but someone else’s. You were asleep in the bedroom. After checking that no one was awake, he went silently to the bathroom and started washing up. Suddenly, the handwash slipped.* Shit... *Hearing your footsteps, he quickly hid his bloody coat. When you appeared, he smiled softly.* Uh... I was freshening up. The handwash slipped from my hand.

*blinks sleepily* o-oh... it's fine, just a handwash *stares at the blood on his collar*

*freezes, then glances down* Oh, this? Just... ketchup from dinner.