» viginti septem

[unkindnessof]

Oh, perfect. I should have known my streak of luck was due to run out sooner rather than later.

Though if anyone offers me pie today, I can't be held responsible for the consequences.

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[somekindofsin]

It can't be as bad as all that, can it?

[unkindnessof]

... it is.

[somekindofsin]

Ah, well... it's almost midnight, isn't it?

[unkindnessof]

Thank Azar.

[somekindofsin]

If it's any consolation at all, Van Helsing's cursed, as well.

[unkindnessof]

[You have her attention now... not that she'll admit it. >D]

... really.

[somekindofsin]

Yes! He's wearing Dracula's clothes. They're... well. I don't want to say "more effeminate" for fear of retribution, but it's the only word that comes to mind immediately.

[unkindnessof]

I see. Did the City deem his weapons to be part of his outfit as well? I can't imagine he'd be doing very well without them.

[somekindofsin]

Only the ones he keeps on his person. There are plenty of spares, of course.

[unkindnessof]

... of course. Why didn't I think of that. So he's okay then?

[somekindofsin]

He would be, if the heels didn't trip him up so much.

1/2

[unkindnessof]

Heels--

[unkindnessof]

Huh.

[somekindofsin]

Yes--they're a good three inches too high, I'm afraid. A ridiculous fashion, but not one that has died out in all parts of Europe.

Well. At least, not in my time.

[unkindnessof]

... that sounds painful.

[somekindofsin]

It is! I'm sure it is, not that I would know from personal experience.