[h1][color=slategray]Kantus[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 19, 1:56 AM
West Commons, Kantus' Clinic[/i][/b][/indent]
The door clicked open and Kantus stepped out of the room. Behind him, the faint glimmer of a lit furnace lingered, until he shut the door and locked it. His neck was stretched outward and unfurled, displaying his gaping mouth full of jagged teeth, all covered in blood. His eyes didn't appear as big as usual, as if they'd shrunk some.

And he had this unnerving, subtle twitch about him.

He passed by Lillian and approached one of the utility sinks. He turned the water on, craned his neck forward, took a rag, and began individually washing each of his teeth of the Fifty-Eighter's blood.

This carried on for a couple minutes. Once he was done, he slowly retracted his maw, ruffled his feathers a bit, and brushed his attire. His eyes returned to their normal size, and the twitching ceased. Looked as though he hadn't laid a hand or tooth on anyone.

He passed by Lillian once more, but this time, he spoke to her in a bit of a hush.

[color=slategray]"You should rest."[/color]