Cupid watched them leave and made his way to the sink. He stripped off his shirt and vest and went to work stubbing the blood off his hands. It took awhile and he seemed upset about it. He inhaled and looked up at the ceiling. [color=pink]"Why are you like this Cupido."[/color] the question was to himself and he splashed his face with water before scrubbing his wings a bit. He made his way to the bed and pulled off his shoes. He ran a hand through his hair and grumbled. He had a few more moments before he quickly made his way to the toilet and got ill. He had been on his diet for awhile before he got here...so eating raw hearts didn't exactly fully agree with him.

He made his way back to the bed and laid down on ha stomach. Luckily he didn't lose everything in his stomach...but the thought of how he ate along with what he ate...made him sick...that and the side effects from holy water. He sighed.