Yup. He was that thing running around the area. How was he going to deal with this when he didn’t know what days this would happen? If it were a pattern, he could just lock himself up somewhere with some meat, but he couldn’t tell at this point. “The blankets will be fine, Hakuba. I’m used to cleaning out blood stains and from much more delicate fabrics, anyway.
“I don’t remember anything, though. I just woke up outside naked next to a dead animal the first time and I put two and two together from there.”
“Aside from how exhausting that process is, though? My finger hurts and I’m worried. Did I kill someone?” The calm was freaking him out, though. Hakuba not freaking out over how he turned into a lion and probably killed something or someone? Surely that was a sign of Hakuba having completely snapped or something?
“I can’t speak for anything that happened before I ran into you, but I can assure you that the blood presently on you is not human.” Hakuba reached over to the desk and picked up the deer leg, holding it up for Kaito to see with as much nonchalance as someone might have holding a golf club on the green. “It’s deer.” He set the leg down again.
“It’s troubling to me that you have no memory of it… There was certainly some holdover of you, as the lion allowed me to get very close. Rubbed on me, even, to mark his territory. We’ll have to come up with a solution. This is very dangerous.”
Hakuba sighed then, concerned and thoughtful. “In the meantime, can I get you anything, Kaito-kun? A glass of water, perhaps?”