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Javor was drenched in red from head to foot almost. His usually pristine white lab coat was a complete mess and he had red streaks across his cheek, as well as caked on his hands. There was also a large puddle of it tracked onto the floor, clear footsteps leading up the hall, into a storage closet, and back down.

He was pretty well determined to get it cleaned up before anyone else saw it because he would most definitely have some explaining to do otherwise. And explanations were so tedious (and sometimes involved having to dispose of people, which was also tedious). Therefore, after locating a mop, and filling a bucket with hot, soapy water, Javor was going about mopping up the large puddle. He was only about halfway through it and, already, the water in the bucket was murky, soapy red with pink, foamy bubbles floating forlornly on the surface.

He sighed. Really. And was truly disturbing was that his victim had escaped. He just hoped no one traced the whole incident back to him. Certainly, it wouldn't be good for his reputation as a responsible doctor...

"Yes," Javor said, looking up without surprise when one of the other employees showed up and exhibited surprise at the state of the hall. Well, that wasn't surprising, he supposed, considering the hall didn't usually look like this. "Many things have happened." He paused in his mopping when she stated that the red on the floor was blood. He looked down with surprise. Well, he supposed it did look like that. Javor set the mop against the wall and wiped his hands on his coat, leaving red smears on some of the only areas still white. "Well...now that you have seen this, I cannot let you merely leave as if nothing happened." Reaching up to brush hair out of his eyes, Javor left a long streak on his face without realizing it. The mild fumes from the paint caused his eye to twitch slightly.

Javor gave Mitsukai an eerie smile as he approached her, firmly placing his hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eye. "No. I cannot let you leave now. That is impossible." He put an arm around her shoulder and tried to pull her closer to the red mess.

"You....you must help clean up the paint before others arrive, yes? We cannot leave such a mess on the floor but it is not so easy to do it alone. You'll help?"

Javor gave the woman a strange look. What was she even talking about? "How should I know that? I didn't put blood on the floor?" he told her, looking around. How could she even see blood on the floor under all that paint? Especially since the paint was red; it would just blend in and you wouldn't be able to--

...oh.

Javor shot the woman an amused look. Ho ho ho. Could it be that she thought this was blood? That would explain her behavior a bit, for sure. And he supposed it did look rather suspicious, didn't it? Barring that the texture was a little off, certainly one might be inclined to think this was a murder scene rather than an artistic endeavor gone horrible wrong. Well, that fact just made this situation so much more amusing. Really, they should finish cleaning it up but she just looked so horrified and he was just so very amused by that fact. He couldn't help but torment her a little. Just to see what she would do.

Javor gave Mitsukai a wide smile, eyes half closed as he tilted his head back slightly. "Well, I can think of a great many reasons you would wish to help me. One, because it would be such a shame if someone were to slip in the wetness and break their neck," he said, subtly emphasizing the last three words. "Two, because I have asked you nicely." Javor took a step closer to her, closing the distance between them as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "And three, it gives me a reason not to do what might be construed as very, very terrible things."

The man wished he could say he was late to arriving at his clinic, but, as any good owner who still cared for their business, he was significantly early. Mao didn't have the time or money to be out running around in search of other people to support his ego, so he was left at the clinic early that morning in search of Mei, his one loyal employee from the first day the clinic opened its doors. He wasn't sure if he should feel proud of her to last so long or disappointment that she spent all of two decades not doing much more than popping out a handful of annoying children. But, his opinion of her aside, she did serve a purpose of brightening his days to where it held no benefit to anyone but himself. He was still the same disdainful individual as he left the back room after a fruitless morning without his secretary, it just meant he had to find a new target.

Lo and behold, there it was. A target that opened the door before he had time to decide whether he enjoyed the red splattering his usually immaculate hallways or not. Desiree Loxx, which had to be some ridiculous fake name for an international spy, but he supposed he couldn't mock it properly when his daughter was named something like 'Xochiquetzal'. So, he would just have to point out everything else she was doing wrong. Ah, how difficult that would be! “Ms. Loxx. I presume there is a reason you aren't working like your coworkers? I understand this work may not be your forte, as your clothing so clearly dictates, but I will remind you that this is not your night job.” He prodded the back of her heels with the toe of his foot, wondering on whether it was worth a lawsuit and one less employee to simply push her into the blood or paint or whatever was coating his floors.

…..Nah. Doctors weren't the easiest to come by, dressed as prostitutes or not. He walked around her and went to facing her properly, though it did irk him slightly that she was taller than him. “I would appreciate it if you would tell me now whether you are on shift and you aren't another hooker hired by one of my more 'respectable' employees? I would hate to expend any more energy on you if you aren't even my employee right now, after all.” It's not like he didn't have a mountain more to complain about in Mitsukai's or Javor's cases, so it wouldn't be a total loss if she was just here to play dominatrix on these two. A poor excuse for one, but it wouldn't be his job to tell her that. Speaking of other employees, “Mr. Kurel, Ms. Yoshiko, which of you is responsible for this mess? ...And have the remains been disposed of properly?”

Javor's fun was interrupted (sadly) by an Amazon with a broken eyebrow. Or he assumed it was broken because it was at a different height than the other. Perhaps she'd painted them on crooked? Wait, were they painted on? He frowned slightly and quirked his head to the side as he contemplated the Amazon's eyebrows and whether or not they were painted and broken, and he momentarily completely forgot about Mitsukai or tormenting her while focused on the newcomer's eyebrows, and her clothing--why was she dressed like that?

But when he remembered about Mitsukai (not difficult since she was right in front of him), a frown flashed over his paint-smeared, yet still handsome features. "Kurva, it is impolite to eavesdrop on conversations that do not pertain to you."

Unfortunately, the moment was broken and Mitsukai was demanding to know who was responsible for the mess, and their boss had shown up and was asking the same question and Javor supposed he really must answer since to do otherwise would surely be impolite.

He sighed, a little put out by the whole thing, really. "Technically, it was a cat. Unfortunately, the cat fled moments after coming inside, leaving me to clean its mess." Javor neglected to mention that, in fact, he was the one who was responsible for the cat coming inside. But that was irrelevant. It wasn't as if he'd carried it inside personally; he'd just lured it inside with food. The paint, was definitely not his doing, though. He had put it on the cat and the cat had put it, well, everywhere else. But really, he couldn't be blamed. He wanted a pet. He'd found a stray. The stray didn't quite match him so he decided to try painting it (perhaps he should have tried hair dye instead?) He'd been quite meticulous but the cat didn't seem to be as interested in becoming a pet as Javor had been in making it one. Thus, it had tried to escape out the side door, Javor had left open which left Javor to clean up the mess it had made during its escape attempt.

But it was a slow day. What else was he supposed to do when there weren't any patients to take care of? He frowned slightly at Mao, who, he noted, had said his name wrong--something that always gave him the urge to poke people in the eye with sharp objects. "I don't believe it's dead yet, so disposing of it would have been quite troublesome though I do suppose it must have left a trail of paint if you wish to follow..."

Oh. What a lovely reaction that was! Mao rose both his brows in a silent appreciation for the backbone presented, but they lowered as she kept going on and on.. and on.. That backbone seemed less like that of a proud jaguar and more from a little cat screeching hopelessly at - oh, great. He really needed to stop prodding that delusional woman, her stupid cat references were starting to get absorbed into even his thoughts! In any case, he had a feeling that the bark was worse than her bite, which would just make this woman a huge disappointment and he shouldn't even bother for that possibility. Besides, he had seen a fair share of crossdressers in his time and he wouldn't be surprised if this woman turned out to be a fraud in her gender as well.

So, he decided against baiting her into continuing and focusing on the real business - the paint all over his floors. It was sad for the male doctor to admit that it wasn't blood - he had been hoping for some actual entertainment here, but he guessed the likely victim in that scenario would be the missing Mei and that wouldn't be as enjoyable in the long run. Still, he perked slightly at the mention of a cat. His Newt had been missing since Catrina had started her raids on his business and, to be honest, he did miss the standoffish animal.

"...Hm.." Perhaps he could follow the trail just to see..? But.. the animal would just be lost to that insane woman anyway. No, he would let it be 'free'. "No. I don't think I will. Ms. Yoshiko." He snapped as he looked to the blonde quite suddenly, feeling she had gone just a little to quiet, "I expect this hallway to be spotless within the hoooouurr.. Ah." Before he could even get the order out, Desiree had come back within seconds to clean up the mess herself. That.. well.

"How efficient." He commented with a small glance to the bucket Javor already had with him. "But, Dr. Loxx, was there a problem with that bucket?" He skirted around her to where Javor's bucket was, picking the pail heavy with water up curiously. "I don't think there is a leak.. Oh, well, I suppose we don't need it now, do we?" Nope! It was just a waste of space now! So, he dumped it out on the ground without care for the woman crouched down there and handed the now empty bucket to Javor. "I think it is time for my lunch break. Ms. Yoshiko, Dr. Karel, why not observe Dr. Loxx? She's being an exemplary employee by taking it upon herself to clean the hallway. I think you can learn something from her." Now, off to his back room so he can enjoy his break to its fullest~

Javor was curious what he could learn from the Amazon because he'd been cleaning up just fine before she appeared and started thrusting her crooked eyebrows at him. Well, he supposed by then he'd stopped a bit because he had been teasing Mitsukai but before that. He was also curious how she managed to leave the room, find another bucket and mop (why did they even have two mops), fill it with water and return all before he'd even noticed she was gone.

Clearly the woman had skills. Or magic powers.

Perhaps she was an alien. This certainly required careful contemplation. He had the distinct feeling the safety of every islander who didn't wish to be, ah, probed, might be depend on it.

Then again, perhaps not. She was likely just a strange, very tall and very silly individual. While contemplating all this, Javor was temporarily distracted by a splatter of paint on the wall that vaguely resembled a giraffe.

Hrm. Perhaps he should go wash up a bit since he was a bit drenched in paint. Then again, he'd been told to stay and watch Desiree clean up the mess but he'd also never really been that inclined to follow orders. Hmm. Decisions. He let out a tongue curling yawn a and pulled off his white coat, carefully rolling it into a ball and dropping it in a nearby rubbish bin.

He started away from the hallway mess, which was now no longer his responsibility. He paused in the door to a nearby bathroom. "Oh yes, Kurva. You missed a spot."