#// YAMIIIII HIHIHI

[ask-idv-shepherd]

There’s a soft knock on Pearce’s door, followed by a soft voice, belonging to the… usually elusive funeral parlor director.

“…Mister Pearce? I… heard you were having a bit of a rough day today… are you alright?”

( @the-oletus-parlor hehehehe )

Hearing the soft knock on the door, Pearce was about to growl before stopping. A different voice, one he wasn't accustomed to. Forcing himself up, the Shepherd wipe whatever tears remained.

Slowly opening the door, Pearce stared down at the funeral parlor. His expression was... uninviting, one with slight malice. Who was it harbored for? He wasn't sure, he did not care. Instead of a rain cloud, it was like Pearce was a raging thunder storm.

"I'm fine. Do you need something...?"