[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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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.