Akseli looks silently to the floor and then to Aharon. He holds out the money from his last job and tosses it to the Seraphim, who catches it with a look of distaste.

"Wanna go get a squeegee, ol' buddy ol' pal?"

The Angel sighed and looked out the door, teleporting his way out and then down the streets in small jumps. 

He returns to the bar a few minutes later with four squeegee blades and a bunch of rags, resting two blades on the bar counter and keeping one, handing the last off to Akseli along with a few rags. Without complaint, the  boy gets to his knees and begins mopping up the blood, gathering the excess into a puddle with the squeegee.

Aharon disappears for another minute and returns with two buckets, one empty and one filled with hot water. He gets down onto his own knees and begins cleaning. Akseli gives him a smile.