It is late, and Alucard knows he should have stopped his work two hours ago. It is dark, and the path back to where he keeps his home is long. Night crowds have descended and he is still not in the mood to be in large swaths of humanity. All of those feelings exclude the moth hares themselves, which are little more than just a little flourish to his crowd problems at the moment. If only all crowds were so fluffy.

Still, there are shortcuts back to the graveyard, and through one of the parks happens to be one of them. He moves quietly, eyes searching for any onlookers. To use dhampiric speed to get home feels a little silly at the moment, but he's out in the open. In theory, he could turn into bats and complete the journey via air, barring more moth hares.

But the light ahead has already attracted a small gathering of them. The sigh he lets out must be louder than he expected, because from in that same area, there's a human voice.

In lieu of making noise, Alucard keeps his distance and tilts his head. The the heck is going on here? gesture is universal, after all.