[Rosso is, in fact, making dinner. Whether Adrian "wants to stay out late" or not, he's making dinner, and his general thought is always: If Adrian shows up late because Maya grabbed him for an event, or he's helping Max out of some situation she's found herself in, or if Kaito's bugging him and Adrian can't escape, he'll still have leftovers. Rosso doesn't mind eating dinner alone; it happens. As long as Adrian will make it home in one piece...
...
Something emerges out into the clearing, and Rosso sees it out of the corner of his eye. He looks up just in time to see Adrian, and the immediate sensation of something is wrong hits like a train. Rosso barely remembers to turn the stovetop off as he rushes outside. The smell of blood permeates the air, and Rosso — still a Gargoyle, though he'd long since lost the Naphil parts after about a week — feels his scales start to sizzle.]
Adrian— [No, no, no no no—] Adrian, what the fuck happened? Where's—
no subject
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Something emerges out into the clearing, and Rosso sees it out of the corner of his eye. He looks up just in time to see Adrian, and the immediate sensation of something is wrong hits like a train. Rosso barely remembers to turn the stovetop off as he rushes outside. The smell of blood permeates the air, and Rosso — still a Gargoyle, though he'd long since lost the Naphil parts after about a week — feels his scales start to sizzle.]
Adrian— [No, no, no no no—] Adrian, what the fuck happened? Where's—
[Where is your wing?
And then, in a far, far more sadistic tone:]
Who do I have to murder?