Tsukikage of the Fuuma Clan

Bleeding was most certainly inconvenient, and as Tsukikage left, Draco released a soft sigh, frowning slightly to himself. He rubbed at one brow with his fingertips, slumping down on himself. Something had happened; Tsukikage wasn't acting like his usual self. It was bizarre. But how did he bring that up? Did he even bother? Should he opt instead for silence and hope it passed?

After a second, he remembered what his boyfriend told him, and went to slump into a heap of coils somewhere soft.