@shkagari.
the usual black stripes of his suit are promptly switched with a snap of the fingers to an obnoxious red, a demon decked out in the stereotypical outfit of a carnival worker. the vibrancy of the room merely accentuates the grime that oozes all over his rot - covered body, eyes glinting bright yellow with excitement and deviance as he looks out over tons of brains in pristine glass boxes, working like a well - oiled machine — a machine he’d love to put a wrench in. from behind his back appears a cartoonishly large, seemingly blown - up mallet, which he promptly holds out to kagari, the shit - eating grin upon his disgusting face particularly nasty. ❝ STEP RIGHT UP, KID! ❞