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kento nanami ([personal profile] salaryman) wrote2021-01-15 02:08 pm

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[personal profile] memoriams 2021-03-31 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Alucard sits at the far end of the bar, dimly-lit in an amber glow. It’s a nice place, at least, quiet when the evening calls for it, and a glance askew allows him to spot his expected company. He waves him over.

He’s dressed in dark colors, which always appears to accentuate the paleness of his features; but those same features are touched with a smile as he waits for Nanami to take a seat next to him.]


A part of me thought you might not humor me at all, you know.
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[personal profile] memoriams 2021-04-06 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now, then. Alucard can hardly blame the man. He does not truly know his story, nor where this predilection comes from — something quite important, or a life-changing event, perhaps, that caused him to be this way. Or perhaps it was his personality, and little more than that?

Hard to say, coming from a man who does not desire to be perceived by anyone, as he says.

Alucard gives the bartender at a distance a little wave, motioning for him to come over. No doubt Nanami’s own order will be filled soon, should the man have an idea of what he wants.]


No one at all? What about those from your home?
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[personal profile] memoriams 2021-04-25 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alucards brows pinch together slightly as he considers this. Bothered? He isn’t quite sure if that’s the right word, but it is something he considers strange.

A clink on the bartop indicates that they’ve received their drinks, and Alucard’s pale fingers slip around his glass as he weighs what to say next.]


Not bothered. Simply confused.

[He clinks a nail against the glass.]

It seems lonely, I think. But keep in mind that this is coming from a man who struggled with much the same. [Past tense, what a lark.] I will admit that being able to keep an arm-length distance from strangers is ideal, but to those who are… closer? That would be more difficult.

[He takes a drink. It goes down like fire, and he wrinkles his nose.]

Ah… or is it that you remain mysterious everyone in your world?