[ Nandor turns on the sound of an intrusion, eyes blazing, hair ragged, jean cutoffs fully in play. A dramatic line of blood cuts across his oversized t-shirt, which is sopping wet. If this were anyone else, and it weren't a Sunday night, there might be more cause for concern! But it's him, so you know he absolutely just accidentally bit one of those infirmary blood bags a little too hard and had some kind of Mr. Bean style incident at midnight, and now he's all pissy about it. ]

Ah.

[ When he registers Remilia's voice he relaxes a little -- no need for an extremely smart and believable human excuse -- and then frowns, because it's Remilia. Little know-it-all. Honestly, just because someone woke up with their familiar* in tow--

He huffs in disgust and cuts the thought off at the pass. It's been almost a month and there's been no sign of help. Obviously, now that Guillermo is a big bad vampire slayer, he thinks he has better things to do with his puny, finite life than rescue his master from this fucking death trap. Which is okay! Because Nandor doesn't need him to!! He's fine and he's having a great time without him!!!

He crosses his arms over his chest, his voice petulant. ]

Yes, well, I did not hear you proposing any alternatives to the automated washing-machine. And now my fucking [ fuc-king, you know how he says it ] cape is sodden and dripping dirty water everywhere! [ He uncrosses his arms so that he can wave demonstratively at the massive puddle by the washer, sounding personally wounded by this. There's a definite air implying that Remilia should care deeply about it too. ] It was one of my nicer capes, too!

*He's probably been corrected an untold amount of times about Sakuya's actual job description, and he has not retained a single one of those corrections