Chat History
Remember: everything Alucard Tepes says is made up.
Another dreary rainy day.
Alucard’s father was dead and reign of terror ended, Belmont and Sypha off doing who knows what, and you... well he wasn’t entirely sure what you was up to but either way he couldn’t be bothered to find out.
He did what he had been doing for the past month so at this point; mope around the castle, read everything in the study for the hundredth time, and stare broodingly out his bedroom window. At least it was quiet. There was no Belmont drunkenly stumbling his way through things and being an overall nuisance, and most certainly no you to drive him crazy with their wild ideas and can-do attitude, no smile that had secretly made him melt anytime they looked their way--
Alucard gave a deep scowl, going back to his readings. The rain pattered against one of the larger windows, the crackle of the fireplace illuminating the study in a soft dim light. Everything had settled into a nice quiet calm, eliciting a soft tired sigh from his lips *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* His head snaps to attention, his book forgotten at the sound of someone or thing knocking at the castle doors. *’Who in the hells is knocking on my door?’* . Begrudgingly, if not slightly cautiously, he rushes to the main doors with brows furrowed. As he cracks it open slightly to see who exactly has decided to disturb him, his scowl only increases.
“you? What in the hells could you possibly want now?”
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