Theas had walked in on an interesting scene for sure. Between the front door being shambled back into position after having been kicked off its hinges and the gore that remained of the home intruders, her roomate's behavior was also on par with the climate of the room.
Lights flickered around the side of the apartment room where Luciel was lowered on all fours, fingers of one raised hand twitching and arching while the other clutched a second axe tight enough to use its flat head to prop himself up. It was a focusing stance, trying to center himself in a serious manner that was reflected in the arms rising from the ground around the dresser. Opposed to their usual fluid, ink-like composition, these bent at sharp and stiff angles while being comprised of shimmering 'white noise' like fibers of darkness. While five merely stood by as if waiting to react, the sixth creaked as it inched forward to open the drawer, seeming almost to shake.

Luci bit his lip with sharply focused eyes, conditioned to respect such boundaries as what could be contained in a woman's armoire, though the expression was closer to someone about to delicately cut a wire for diffusing a bomb. That was until Theais' voice broke the chimera from his trance, ears and tail bolting upright in excitement like a switch had been flicked to cut darkness down with the light that now filled his eyes. The arms made sharp but muffled barks of static as they demannifested and Luci scrambled to his feet, dropping the axe in the process.
[color=8882be]"Miss Theais!"[/color] he chirped, ecstatic that his roomate had returned as well as relieved that he had managed to retain his honor by not having to further rummage through her stuff. The extent of such conditioning was made clear by how he circled the dragoness rather than tackle her with a hug which his expression betrayed his want to. [color=8882be]"Zeht voman from zee ohzer night...ehm...she iz Derrick daughter..."[/color] he began to explain, his excitement tempered by the explanation, though he still seemed to be bursting at the seams as usual whenever Theais came home. In some ways, Luci was closer to a pet than a roomate; like an alley cat or a half-feral dog, down to the bad habit of bringing home half-eaten birds and tearing up the apartment.
[color=8882be]"She vahz not happy vith zeht job, ehn...vell..."[/color] Luci continued, nervously picking at the bullets fused to his armor which he looked down at before shifting his eyes to the mess of the intruders, hoping he wouldn't have to explain the situation any further. However, her question regarding what hung out of the drawer made him wince with embarrassment, especially at the comment of Luciel looking to borrow a pair. [color=8882be]"N-no! I vahz goink to help pack. I have my own, anyvhay, hehe...ehh"[/color] he explained with a nervous chuckle before his eyes darkened and a light blush rose on his face, though he decided to leave it where it was rather than try to backpedal.

There were more important matters afoot, and the room wasn't the most ideal place to stay, what with the goons leaking into the carpets. The door, taking the conclusion of the jack's sentence as its cue, noisily groaned from its weight pulling one of the screws from the wall where its last good hinge bent.
The sound made Luciel's ears fold back, taking a step away from Theais as his true feelings of shame for the state of their apartment hushed his excitement. He'd yet to take a moment to get dressed in something other than armor and undergarments, painting a picture of what haste he'd been in up until Theais' arrival. He wasn't the best with the whole 'uprooting' thing yet after regarding the small apartment as paradise in comparison to...well...everything he'd ever known. To say he felt bad about it would be an egregious understatement.
[color=8882be]"I-I am sorry, Miss Theais..."[/color] he whispered, having yet to get over his needlessly formal stance with her.