Oh no you didn't!
Who: Integra and Count D (Yeah, it's great already)
Where: Count D's Petshop
When: This afternoon
Rating: PG probably.
( You can see where this is going. )
Where: Count D's Petshop
When: This afternoon
Rating: PG probably.
( You can see where this is going. )
He hoped this wouldn't end up like when Alex had found him in San Fransisco. That would be awkward. Nevertheless, D had what he hoped was a proper enough look of complete, irate confusion plastered on his gentle features as he drew up taller to face the woman squarely.
"My dear lady, if I wanted people to burst in off the street screaming at me I wouldn't have left San Fansisco, but I assure you you are mistaken. I am Count D, my family has always owned this pet shop, I have never seen you before in my life. Now if you are looking for my grandfather, or even my father, there is an unfortunately strong family resemblance I'm afraid you're out of luck. Further, the idea that anyone in my family was once a servant to someone like you is frankly insulting and I do not appreciate the accusation." A look of sour reproach twisted his lips--he was better about given humans the benefit of the doubt these days but that didn't mean when an especially crude one came his way the old resentments didn't pop up again. "And this is not a dress, it is a qi-pao."
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The implications of Alucard actually procreating made her head spin so much that she had to steady herself against the table. Good Lord she did well to handle him, much less any offspring.
Which also begged the question of who the child's--
Yeah, she had to stop there before she blacked out.
Returning her attention to the person before her, she gave a rather skeptical look, but what he was saying had begun to sink in, due only to the fact that if it were Alucard, she could feel him. When she marginalized her rage, she felt precisely nothing in the presence of this person.
...Oh.
...Oh.
Well, shit.
Now she felt horribly rude.
"Further, the idea that anyone in my family was once a servant to someone like you is frankly insulting and I do not appreciate the accusation."
These words were a direct hit to her pride, and from that, she almost began a whole new tirade, but she quickly remembered her thought process from mere moments before. She had behaved rather rudely, although that was the effect that Alucard usually had on her. Of course, it did not make for a good first impression, and did not speak to the class and poise that a proper English lady should possess.
"My apologies," she said as she straightened up, her fingers coming up to pinch at the bridge of her nose to alleviate the pressure that was building in her head. "I must be mistaken, then."
After a moment, she looked up and gave a weary smile. "Please forgive my intrusion. I have a few rather...unruly subordinates whose antics tend bring out the worst in me. However, that is no excuse for my behavior, and I will gladly reimburse you for any damages that this outburst caused."
God, she was going to throttle Alucard when she saw him again.
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"You may have terrified my raccoon into a state of perpetual incontinence." The pet shop owner replied flatly. "In which case, I believe I shall need your name and address for billing purposes when all of my antique Persian rugs are eventually ruined."
"That's mean, Count!" Pon-chan chattered from underneath the couch, sticking her brown fuzzy nose out as if to smell if it were safe again. "You know I try not to do that on purpose."
"Try being the operative word." D retorted, finally speaking to Integra again. "Really, I'm rather more used to it than you might think. While I can't say it's no trouble I've learned to be...understanding, about such mistakes." The awkward smile widened a little. "Now, I don't believe I've gotten your name, madam?"
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Had she not been trying to come down from the dizzying rush of adrenaline that had subsided much too quickly, she likely would have raised an eyebrow at the idea that he was talking to an animal as though they spoke the same language. Fortunately, most of her focus was on standing and regaining a proper breathing pattern when his words broke her concentration.
"I'm glad for that, at least," she admitted about his understanding, "I don't exactly make it a habit to barge into establishments and accuse proprietors of being my idiotic subordinates in disguise, so hopefully we can find a way to overlook this," she snickered.
"Ah, that would help the situation, wouldn't it?" she laughed, "I am Sir Integra Hellsing. It's very nice to meet you."
At first she thought of extending her hand, but decided against it as she wasn't sure whether his particular culture avoided handshakes. A few of them did, she knew, and she had already overstepped herself enough for one day.
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"That's very kind of you, please, write your address here." He held out the pad and pen for Integra to take. "And as long as you enjoy a good cup of tea, I'm certain we can over look it." He motioned towards the service, "Please, take a seat. You sound like you have a rather stressful job. I always make time for myself during work hours, it does wonders for my mood."
"And I, Madam Hellsing, am Count D, proprietor of hopes and dreams....for isn't that what pets really are?" D bowed, one arm sweeping out. As did, a pale Borzoi dog cantered regally over to the table, sniffed under it where Pon-chan still cowered then trotted past the table to investigate Integra. It's long snout nudged her hand curiously.
"I see Anastasia has taken an interest in you. She's descended from the dogs bred by Czar Nicolas II. She has been been known to have...odd taste in masters. Come, Anastasia, heel." Count D patted his knee and the dog came to him immediately, sitting patiently at his feet.
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