The kitchen counter is cornflower blue, or was, at some point before midnight, that particular unblemished hue.
At some point after midnight pale skin loosed scarlet across the surface, and by daylight Nagi sees a patternless riot of brown streaks and flaking henna handprints, the crimson dots of paused mayhem, a brushlike sepia splatter where a shorthaired head may.. must have impacted.
A sponge lifts, wetting beneath the tap without a hand touching either, spreading the mess into a murky tan puddle, stroking it into the sink.
It looks like.. spilled hot chocolate.
Behind him, in the doorway, Schuldich laughs.