In truth, you're not really meant to do anything you don't wish to. [Alucard is simply aware of how awful the optics are. A lone woman with no memories enters a random man's depression shack. That's...that's absolutely some vampire's M.O.
He opens the door, and the kitchen is far larger than the exterior of the cabin says it should be. Copper cookware hangs from hooks in the ceiling, the stove is in perfect condition, and a little table sits in the center of the room - rectangular, with four chairs. On one of the shelves there is an ugly little doll, and beyond that, a vestibule with doors that lead to two more rooms - the bathroom (claw footed tub and all), and Alucard's room. The source of woodsmoke in the air as it turns out, since it is the only room with a wood burning stove to provide heat. A small mattress meant for one sits on a bedframe of simple oak, and there's a little pile of books on the nightstand.
The dhampir goes to the breadbox. Bread and salt, just as he was raised.]
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He opens the door, and the kitchen is far larger than the exterior of the cabin says it should be. Copper cookware hangs from hooks in the ceiling, the stove is in perfect condition, and a little table sits in the center of the room - rectangular, with four chairs. On one of the shelves there is an ugly little doll, and beyond that, a vestibule with doors that lead to two more rooms - the bathroom (claw footed tub and all), and Alucard's room. The source of woodsmoke in the air as it turns out, since it is the only room with a wood burning stove to provide heat. A small mattress meant for one sits on a bedframe of simple oak, and there's a little pile of books on the nightstand.
The dhampir goes to the breadbox. Bread and salt, just as he was raised.]
Do you want something to drink? Wine, water, tea?