[ alucard comes to the door relatively promptly, clad in dress pants and a button-down with the sleeves rolled up. it's strangely casual, but he still looks pretty shitty overall, really. cornered, angry, sad, like in the fort. he just doesn't have any of the injuries to show for it.
he manages a faint smile upon seeing her: he'd sensed her, but it's nice to have confirmation. he steps aside to let her in, then shuts the door behind her once she's there. ]
Good evening, Rosalind.
[ it's actually a shitty evening, but who's counting. ]
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he manages a faint smile upon seeing her: he'd sensed her, but it's nice to have confirmation. he steps aside to let her in, then shuts the door behind her once she's there. ]
Good evening, Rosalind.
[ it's actually a shitty evening, but who's counting. ]