Matias felt his teeth gritting, nearly to the point of fusing together. With a growl, he forced his body to relax itself so he looked less homicidal.

"Well I don't do those," he said, "unless you count escitalopram. Anyway, I'll take your advice, hope he likes the blood. Gooooooood fuuuuucking night."

He staggered for a moment as he rose, but he was able to quickly recuperate to walk towards the door and leave. He stood in the doorway for a moment, his mind fading on where Midnight's room was. Luckily, it was right to his left, so he heaved his body over to that door. It was like he was hit with some kind of spell as soon as he passed that doorway; his legs gave in, and he waddled pathetically towards the bed and fell right on top of the wrinkled sheets, face down.

"Mrph..."

He rolled into a more comfortable position, choosing to stare at the ceiling for now.