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[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

[he's a little bit late for Christmas but that doesn't seem to have stopped him. the tape wrapped messily around his wrists, blinding them together, however, has. he's just wandering down the hallway with bits of tape and wrapping paper stuck in his hair, and to the bottom of his shoe, looking for an adult to help him with his little predicament, wriggling his wrists.]

A-ah.. ow.

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[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

It means you are trying. And trying is just as good as doing in this case.

[He is just watching you with amused eyes. ]

[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head.]

No, no. That word you keep saying.

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

That...word...

[He is pondering what that word could be... ]

What word, Monsieur Roxas?

[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

[he points.]

That one! Mis-.. Mis-yer.

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

Ah! Monsieur. Hmm... I am adressing you by your proper title. Sir Roxas...or, Mr. Roxas.

[He is stiiill grinning. ]

[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

[blinks twice.]

Sir? But you call knights 'sir', and I'm not a knight!

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[He laughs out loud once again. There goes those fangs. He smirks at you. ]

Monsieur and Sir...it is only a rough translation. I think you are mistakening the meaning of 'Sir' in French versus the prestiges meaning of 'Sir' in in the United Kingdom... For there, Sir is a very important title. But in French...not so much. Merely a sign of respect, Monsieur Roxas.

[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

[bites at the inside of his cheek, trying to think this over.]

Oh. ...so do I call you Mis-yer, um...

[with all those names Setzer introduced himself with, Roxas can hardly remember them.]

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

You can all me anything you like.

[He can't help but to reach over and pat his head. ]

[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

[ducks his head just a little.]

... how come you have fangs?

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[Ah, children always so bold. But he was waiting for that. ]

The better to eat you with, my dear.

[And he laughs once again. But he would never harm you...He just loves seeing you facial expression. ]

I am a vampire.

[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

[it's not as if Roxas hadn't suspected such an answer, but to hear someone else say it, confirm it, is a little startling for a boy of seven years.]

But--! Vampires aren't real. They're only in books and movies...

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

They aren't? Well...if they aren't, than what am i doing here, Monsiuer Roxas?

[He said, humoring him. ]

[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

It's a costume.

[or that's what he'll tell himself.]

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

A costume?

[He opens his mouth, showing his fangs. ]

Feel free to attempt to pull them out... I won't bite.

[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

[hesitates, shaking his head and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. his fingers find themselves tangled in the bottom of his shirt, twisting around.]

I'm not 'gonna put my fingers in your mouth. That's weird and it spreads germs.

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

Well then...what should I do in order to prove to you that I am a real vampire?

[He smiles harmlessly. ]

[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

[something seems to dawn on him.]

Real vampires only come out at night!

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

So then, you are an expert on real vampires now?

[he just smiles...it's true, he could not go out in sunlight...but... ]

Vampires are harmed by sunlight...and there is no sun, Monsieur Roxas.

[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

Yes there is.

[he points to a nearby window from which sunlight is filtering through, but of course, it's not real sunlight, just something the mansion provides to help the residence feel more at home. but Roxas doesn't know that.]

See. So you're not a real vampire.

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[He decides to put on a show for you then... ]

...Aaaah! The light! How it burns! [He hissed over dramatically, flexing his claws, baring his fangs and suddenly disappeared, seemingly into thin air. But he was actually just clinging to the ceiling... He can't really fly, but he can jump high and he can cling to things pretty well. :3 ]

[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

[in the blink of an eye, he's gone, and Roxas glances around cautiously, turning a full three-sixty. lucky for Setzer, he doesn't think to look up, and just swallows nervously instead.]

...

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[He watches Roxas for a moment, before suddenly dropping down behind him, cape covering his face as if he still feared the artificial light. ]

Hsssssss! Now do you believe me?

[smallrocksis.livejournal.com]

Aah!

[jumps back so quick that he trips over his feet, landing on his behind. he shuffles back a little bit more on his hands, staring up at him with wide eyes. surprised, but his mind is still working... still looking for ways to prove that Setzer isn't really a vampire.]

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[His eyes were glowing brightly as he dropped his cape back to his side and smiled, returning to normal. ]

...Well, Monsieur Roxas? [He smiles. ]