[Of course, Eiichi didn't dare touch the damn piece of garbage; he was already wearing his gloves for all the moving, but considering they had no idea where it came from and no idea how to track down whatever sad rube lost the damn thing, Minakami, he wasn't taking any chances.

Maybe that would end up being a good thing, because there was nothing that could've prepared him for the sight of a man covered in dried blood and smelling of garbage. Eiichi looks visually started, pulling his hands together as if to defend himself (and dragging Minato's hand with him), looking at Artemy with a vacant stare of horror.]

W-- What the hell is...?! [He's pretty sure he's had nightmares about this sort of thing?] Who the hell walks around covered in dried blood and dirt and garbage...?! Even your clothes are ugly and tattered. Can't you even clean yourself up?!

[Sorry Artemy, no amount of trying to look less harsh could've prepared him for this. He looks at Minato, an upset scowl on his face.] You know this person?!