, To Him. Maybe It Wasn't Very Nice To Say That About Mademoiselle Jeanne ( But It Was Still Perfectly

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 to him. Maybe it wasn't very nice to say that about Mademoiselle Jeanne ( but it was still perfectly fine to say that about Monsieur Noé )ㅤ—ㅤbut clearly, it had been the ONLY way to get the two to listen to him in such a dire moment.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe would beckon his trusty dog over to his aid with a swift hand; leaping atop of her steel backside to follow the woman. Seeing the OTHER vampire continue to fight the beast however, he would turn back towards him.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤIf I see that thing back at the hotel, I'll kill YOU as slowly and painfully as I possibly can first before I kill it !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWith that promise set in stone, he too would flee the scene with his dog; not ONCE stopping until he arrives at the hotel.

Keep his eyes open. Right. He had to keep them open, he had to keep fighting, no matter how tempting that lull of sleep might currently be, he couldn't allow himself to rest, not until he'd finally finished what he'd set out to achieve, a raspy breath heard as he tries to focus on simply keeping his lungs breathing. The blood is sticky and uncomfortable against his side, yet his mind seems to focus more on the fact he'll need yet another new cloak after this - he should learn and start wearing something a little more functional.

"Misha!?", hearing his cry, Jeanne had managed to retreat to their side, her eyes widening at the sight of the two humans, the scent of blood almost rather overpowering, but she just about managed to hold onto her sense of control, "What happened!?", quickly, she lifted Vanitas' into her arms, "Let's get him some help....Noe can hold them off for now" "Go!", Noe shouted as though to confirm her words, Jeanne glazing at Misha, "Meet me at the hotel. I need to run at full speed - keep to the back streets".

And with that, she'd quickly vanished into the growing blizzard, leaving nothing but a few droplets of blood in her wake.

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‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤYou COULD say that !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 he was really strange. But there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for his current working condition. He was probably a bit too young but that was OKAY !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI help clean the floors at my Grandpa's hotel ! Oh, and sometimes, I help guests check in and carry their luggage to their rooms ! It's hard work but I DON'T mind !ㅤ❜

...Well, he supposes he can relate to that in a way, considering that he has been put on dish cleaning duty more times than he cares to count since moving to Tokyo. But it still seems like an odd way of phrasing it. Briefly he's reminded of Jose's mannerisms.

" I guess that makes sense, yeah. Sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything like that. "

Still...seems like the kid's a little too YOUNG to be working like that, unless... " Is cleaning floors, like, your job or something? "

“Dying isn’t the important thing. It’s nothing more than the punctuation mark on the end of your life. It’s everything that came before that matters. Punctuation marks, most people skip right over them. They don’t even have a sound.”

— Grady Hendrix, The Final Girl Support Group