[She's elbow-deep in gingerbread dough when the polite yet insistent knock first sounds off of the manor door. It's the right sort of season for gingerbread, what with all the snow and cold and merriment in the air, and this is only the first wave of preparation that will hopefully culminate in persuading Alucard to help her construct a proper little house that they can decorate together, and which she'll probably devour in the dead of night all by herself before the new year comes to pass. In the meantime, though, the structural elements need to be prepped and baked, and that's what she's in the middle of doing, with her hair braided back off her face and looped up around her head, and her plain but serviceable red dress protected by an apron already well-streaked with flour dust.
She's busy, in other words, but she suspects she's also the only one who heard the door — or at least, she's closer to it, with Alucard likely off fussing about somewhere deep in the bowels of the manor. Probably stalking about the halls in a long cape and lit candelabra, or somesuch.
So, wiping her hands on her apron, she heads off to answer the door, a welcoming smile already in place on her face as she tugs it open to greet —
A massive, monstrous horned demon, at least ten feet tall, green and shaggy all over, with cloven hooves and a basket on her shoulders and skulls with jingle bells rattling inside them dangling from her belt. Her eyes are like glowing embers, black as night and glittering with unholy fire. Her gaze is piercing and paralyzing, and Rosella stands frozen beneath it, until at last the abomination speaks.
Wheeeeeere isss my booooooooooy?
And so, in her infinite wisdom, Rosella proceeds to do the only thing she can think to do in a situation like this: treat it as though it's literally any other guest at the door, and not the terrible specter of a Christmas monster straight from the depths of hell.]
[There's a heavy sigh coming from Alucard as he stops in the middle of his painting. Who could possibly be visiting? It'd be unlike Yuri to show up abruptly. Maybe it's Byleth. Who the hell knows?]
Fine, I'll be right there.
[Putting down his brush, he makes his way down the stairs to the foyer, looking irritable. At least, until he spots who it is.]
Oh.
[His brows go up and he's pleasantly surprised.]
Master Krampus.
[The large demonic creature gives a growl of approval, beckoning the dhampir over. He obeys, and finds a hand to his head, patting him affectionately.
Gooooood.
A box is relieved from her basket as she grants it to Alucard's hands, along with an envelope. There is a pause, then she points at Rosella.
[Well, that's an interesting flow of conversational topics — from "she's my" to "she's good", which is essentially a non sequitur, unless she's really missing something here. Which she probably is. It's hardly surprising, when she's busy focusing on reminding herself that she's not about to be devoured or cursed or something else equally terrible, probably.]
...Wait just a moment, what do you mean, "mostly"?!
[Oh. Erm. Apparently "mostly" is enough to warrant some packages of her own; again, instinct takes over, and she accepts them with a polite curtsey.]
Oh, er, thank you. Won't you come in and make yourself comfortable? I'm sure it must be exhausting, going about doing all your...um. Krampusing.
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She's busy, in other words, but she suspects she's also the only one who heard the door — or at least, she's closer to it, with Alucard likely off fussing about somewhere deep in the bowels of the manor. Probably stalking about the halls in a long cape and lit candelabra, or somesuch.
So, wiping her hands on her apron, she heads off to answer the door, a welcoming smile already in place on her face as she tugs it open to greet —
A massive, monstrous horned demon, at least ten feet tall, green and shaggy all over, with cloven hooves and a basket on her shoulders and skulls with jingle bells rattling inside them dangling from her belt. Her eyes are like glowing embers, black as night and glittering with unholy fire. Her gaze is piercing and paralyzing, and Rosella stands frozen beneath it, until at last the abomination speaks.
Wheeeeeere isss my booooooooooy?
And so, in her infinite wisdom, Rosella proceeds to do the only thing she can think to do in a situation like this: treat it as though it's literally any other guest at the door, and not the terrible specter of a Christmas monster straight from the depths of hell.]
Alucard! Someone's at the door for you!
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Fine, I'll be right there.
[Putting down his brush, he makes his way down the stairs to the foyer, looking irritable. At least, until he spots who it is.]
Oh.
[His brows go up and he's pleasantly surprised.]
Master Krampus.
[The large demonic creature gives a growl of approval, beckoning the dhampir over. He obeys, and finds a hand to his head, patting him affectionately.
Gooooood.
A box is relieved from her basket as she grants it to Alucard's hands, along with an envelope. There is a pause, then she points at Rosella.
Hmmm?]
Oh! Oh, yes. She's my-- well. Yes. She's good, too.
...Mostly.
[A wheezing laugh escapes the Krampus, and an envelope is also offered to Rosella, along with a small box.]
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...Wait just a moment, what do you mean, "mostly"?!
[Oh. Erm. Apparently "mostly" is enough to warrant some packages of her own; again, instinct takes over, and she accepts them with a polite curtsey.]
Oh, er, thank you. Won't you come in and make yourself comfortable? I'm sure it must be exhausting, going about doing all your...um. Krampusing.