Behind The Scenes / What If Scenarios
{Chapter 87} (It Wasn't Blood)
"What happened?! Get ahold of yourself!" Darryl gasps, slapping Aries' cheeks to prevent him from fainting.
"You bastard— If I really was on my deathbed... You'd probably be the one to cause it." Aries wipes the red liquid off his lips, rubbing the back of his hand against his chin as he locks eyes with Darryl.
"... It's not... Blood?" Darryl raises an eyebrow, confused he got the scent wrong as Aries simply lifts the item he had dropped on the floor earlier.
"I was eating a strawberry jammed donut." Aries clears his throat as he gets up to his knees and tossed the soiled donut into the bin.
"I swear I smelt—" Darryl frowns to himself before he notices a packet of meat in the sink.
"..."
"..."
"Why?"
