⊗(Merlot)
He had just been walking around. Figured he could see Merlot again. Snarky little bitch had been quiet a few days… Maybe he just got backlogged with orders.
Heading to the store, his steps slowed as he noticed the broken window and door. “…Hey. Bottle-head!” He stepped through the broken door, trying to look around. “….Merlot?”
All he saw was a shattered body on the ground. His head, his body, all the consistency of broken glass.
He crouched down next to the glass pieces, trying to pick up a few of the bigger pieces. The smell that Merlot kept in his head was everywhere, but he was able to keep his panic in check.
….
He only sighed quietly. Doing over to pick up a broom and dustpan. Sweeping him up and putting him into a bag. Once all of Merlot was in the bag, he walked out of the store.
Needed to get the bastard a proper burial of course.