Cavorting wildly around the ring and slinging knives around with reckless abandon can really take it outta ya, even when you're a seemingly bottomless well of energy.
So after a particularly zealous performance on Wrath's part, the little ex-Homunculus comes trudging backstage, dropping his knife belts and other show accessories on the floor behind him carelessly. Once he's down to just the undershirt and trousers he wears underneath the show uniform, he promptly flops down on the cool floor next to Joker.
No greeting.
Just PLOP, and an absent-minded tap on Angel's shoulder in hopes of sharing that water bottle.
C!
So after a particularly zealous performance on Wrath's part, the little ex-Homunculus comes trudging backstage, dropping his knife belts and other show accessories on the floor behind him carelessly. Once he's down to just the undershirt and trousers he wears underneath the show uniform, he promptly flops down on the cool floor next to Joker.
No greeting.
Just PLOP, and an absent-minded tap on Angel's shoulder in hopes of sharing that water bottle.