Indeed Cuphead wasn't at home currently. The reckless cup had gone out to do his normal troublemaking thing, before he returned home a little while later. At least no one had died today. "Hiya, Mugs," he greeted as he stepped into the room the two of them shared. He noticed him laying on the bed with his face buried in the pillow, and instantly he became concerned. "Did somethin' happen while I was gone?"