He wished he'd never touched those damned flowers! The cursed things! Someone must have put something in them. Or there had been a spell of some kind. Some kind of powder that could have easily traveled up his nose or gotten into his eyes. Whatever it was, it had been bothering him ever since he'd put his nose to the petals. And nothing could relieve him of the irritation.
In a fit of frustration, he thought he had rubbed at one of his eyes too hard and woke up that morning completely unable to see out of it. No amount of blinking or smacking the side of his head could bring the vision back. But he was too stubborn to do anything about it yet. He was sure it was temporary. So sure that he continued on with his day pretending his eye was completely fine, in spite of being completely unable to see out of it.
When he'd received those messages from Mobius, he had been glad for the distraction. Even if now staring at the phone screen was giving him a headache. He ignored that as well. There was the other eye still functioning properly. Yes, he would just wait it out. Every other odd thing that had happened in the city usually did.
The fear of losing his sight permanently was a fear he wasn't ready to come to terms with. It had only been a day, after all. And others were reporting similar strange circumstances. Not the same as his own but still. Patience was the key.
He had shuffled his living quarters around in order to pain the mural in his bedroom. Asriel had never been organized when it came to his home. Thorold had seen to all the cooking and tidying for him. There wasn't food hanging around or open water or dirty dishes. Asriel ate out for most part and whatever he hate, he consumed entirely. Things that didn't require dishes. But he did like to use the cups for his paintbrushes. Or his pens. Or paper weights. Anything but for its intended purpose. His clothes, though usually clean, were kept in untidy piles spilling out of the dresser that was currently against a wall outside of his bedroom.
All in all, it was a terrible mess and while most would be ashamed to let anyone see it, Asriel was not. It was chaos but he still somehow knew where everything was. Anything important, anyhow.
He'd just set Marisa's teakettle that he had borrowed on the stove when he heard something at his door. Asriel made his way over, banging his knee into the side of a table as he did. Opening the door, he greeted Mobius with a smile. "Well I see you had no trouble talking your way down the hall."