leaves him a half eaten demon on his doorstep tbh :\
He’s able to smell the carcass long before he opens the door. Corruptive stench bleeds past walls, finds its way into his home and ripens overnight; all from a collapsed torso seated upright at his front stoop, blank eyes stare back at him, its maw contorted in a ghastly shriek. Her Choice parts already devoured, he sees ( and struggles with the fact they’ve hung around each other long enough for him to what exactly she likes to recognize just who left the ‘gift’ ). Generous, but not so much that she doesn’t pick the bastard lizard clean first. Head angles somewhat, with a huff of air before he speaks to no one but his self.
❝ Thought part of our deal was clean up. ❞ A swift kick to send the chewed on corpse toppling over itself from one stair to the other, every thump louder than the last until it falls into the street. ❝ --- What happened to buyin’ breakfast, anyway? ❞ Maybe wherever their terms meet on that description, they’ve got different views on what counts as bacon. Yet hunger’s left him for now, sickly amused and nauseated. Gotta get it outta here before someone else comes by.