[The doctor hardly had the energy to lift his legs as he seemed to drag himself down the hallway. His feet shuffled against the floor, though the only sounds going through Malkus' head were the death wails of an Isabella pumpkin.
Hearing one of the worst sounds ever would make it rather difficult for the poor fool to contain his sobbing, yet he does his best to choke down any noises as he makes his way towards her room. He doesn't know what he'll do if there's a dead body inside. Perhaps go insane with grief over possibly killing someone important to him. Only one way to find out, anyways.
The first thing the two will see is a gloved hand slowly creep around the edge of the doorway, before a rather orange splotched bird mask peers around to look inside. He's absolutely plastered in pumpkin seeds and orange gore and shaking rather badly.]
O-Oh... G-...Good day, boy. Have you seen-...O-Oh, I-Isabella- Y-You're not dead-... Th-That is good...
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Hearing one of the worst sounds ever would make it rather difficult for the poor fool to contain his sobbing, yet he does his best to choke down any noises as he makes his way towards her room. He doesn't know what he'll do if there's a dead body inside. Perhaps go insane with grief over possibly killing someone important to him. Only one way to find out, anyways.
The first thing the two will see is a gloved hand slowly creep around the edge of the doorway, before a rather orange splotched bird mask peers around to look inside. He's absolutely plastered in pumpkin seeds and orange gore and shaking rather badly.]
O-Oh... G-...Good day, boy. Have you seen-...O-Oh, I-Isabella- Y-You're not dead-... Th-That is good...