[He speaks what’s on his mind, unaware of what his company is used to — and truly, even if he knew, perhaps he wouldn’t particularly care enough to parse his words even further. For Alucard possesses a small amount of petulance, the stubborn folly of youth, regardless of his once-immortality.
But even he will admit to the notion that he was wrong in his assumption. Instead of the expectation of niceties (and a fair assumption at that, for who saves a bottle and a glass for anyone but a friend?), it seems that despite his ache for a peaceful night, this young woman seeks to upend it.
Unfair, maybe, given that he could just get up and walk away. But he’s found comfort in this seat, and sometimes it’s just the principle of the thing, escorted by a thin tug of curiosity to boot.]
...Then maybe you should keep better company. What am I to expect, exactly?
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But even he will admit to the notion that he was wrong in his assumption. Instead of the expectation of niceties (and a fair assumption at that, for who saves a bottle and a glass for anyone but a friend?), it seems that despite his ache for a peaceful night, this young woman seeks to upend it.
Unfair, maybe, given that he could just get up and walk away. But he’s found comfort in this seat, and sometimes it’s just the principle of the thing, escorted by a thin tug of curiosity to boot.]
...Then maybe you should keep better company. What am I to expect, exactly?