[Alucard sits his rear back on his heels in that kneeling position, hand still crossed over his heart, and looks Jonathan up and down almost as if to say— You're still here?
...But Jonathan seems to be the only one here, and certainly doesn't seem to be a problem. May as well roll with it.]
Well that's not the new part. Grave might just be where I belong.
[He gets to his feet and reaches over to grab the hat away from Jonathan, already squinting in near-disgust at the brightness. It isn't as though it's painful, but. It's day fog. Why would it be day fog?
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...But Jonathan seems to be the only one here, and certainly doesn't seem to be a problem. May as well roll with it.]
Well that's not the new part. Grave might just be where I belong.
[He gets to his feet and reaches over to grab the hat away from Jonathan, already squinting in near-disgust at the brightness. It isn't as though it's painful, but. It's day fog. Why would it be day fog?
.....He doesn't answer Jonathan's question directly, though. Rude.]