Madichonnen

M: Madichonnen

(You stand at M's door, trying to forget the exhibition of grotesquely bent skeletons that are displayed outside of his room)

M: Hey, come over here! (M beckons you; you shiver at the sight of fresh blood on the marble floor) You're shivering; sorry for the cold, I do apologise, it gets a bit chilly down here sometimes. I'll have Neji bring me more firewood later. Please, take a seat!

(You sit down on a red velvet chair; there's a crimson tea tray to your right and a bookshelf to your left. The books look quite old. You try to decipher the scribbles on them, which supposedly spelt out their titles, but to no avail. It's probably confidential anyway. You shiver even more as you meet his gaze.)

M: You're not cold...? Hmm... that's weird, then why were you shiveri... wait.. are you.... scared..?
(M leans in and takes a quick whiff of you. Surprised and scared, you let out a tiny yelp. M chuckles in amusement. He smacks his forehead; you jolt in fear at the sight of blood spewing out of his icy cyan eyes. He sighs.)

M: The scent of fear radiating off you is... suffocating... There is nothing to be afraid about me! My guild must've made me out to be a cold and heartless monster... which I'm not... at least... most of the time. I can reassure you, I will not suddenly snap and go all psycho on you. My condition has stabled and is a lot better; here, mind joining me for some tea?

(M holds out a white porcelain cup. You politely accept it, your claws wrapping around the shiny, cold surface)