It had been a while since Kamui had actually gone out to see someone out of his own free choice, complete free choice with nothing really expected of him. Even though he’d agreed to visit Alphonse while he was in the clinic he’d mostly done it for his sake and not his own, why he had agreed in the first place was an unfortunate mystery. Granted that boy was his main source of blood so perhaps that was why he made the effort on that occasion
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Shiki could smell the scent of blood the minute Kamui stepped into the church, though he merely kept his head bowed until the other drew a little bit closer, the gap between them shortening before he slowly stood up, cocking his head over his shoulder with that usual emotionless frown gracing his face. "Odd isn't it...." Shiki made his way out of the pew and up the middle aisle, his hands tucked into his pocket as he stood before the large cross at the front where the minister would usually stand, a hand slowly pulling out of his pocket and moving to touch the so called 'pure' symbol which was used in myth to ward off vampires such as himself. "How humans take faith in something that isn't real
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Kamui stopped on the spot when he reached where the other was, folding his arms absently as he saw him move towards the cross. He had to admit that it was amusing to actually see a vampire touch it, perhaps humans would later come to think of it as now being tainted should they ever find out. Not that any building or area in this world was ‘holy’ in any way, if this church that they were now standing in was the one he’d heard about long ago then it was far more suited to their kind by now. Murders in the ‘house of God’ and now vampires, at least no one was particularly religious in this place, they’d probably have had a heart attack by now
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Shiki merely nodding, wondering why Kamui was sitting rather far away. Was he scared of him? He didn't take Kamui for the type to be scared of his own kind, or anything for that matter too easily. But no matter, Shiki liked his space for the most part anyways. Crossing his arms, the aristocratic vampire gave off a small sigh, recollecting all the lineage and past about the vampires that he had acquired over his many, many years. Bowing his head, he would begin. "It's not just one level of vampires in my world. We are each categorized by the pureness of our blood, passed through the lineage of our fore fathers
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