***
"Integra~~~l.."
"No, Arucard."
".but."
"I said no."
".b-b-but!"
"The final answer is NO!" Integral was turning bright red.
Arucard stalked dejectedly out Integral's study. He muttered as he sank through the hallway floor. "How is she supposed to know I'm not if she refuses to look!?"
***
"Fukei!"
Seras jumped. "Ye-.yes, Masta?"
Arucard phased into existence and sat down on Seras's coffin. "I think we need some time to talk.talk like civilized-"
Seras sighed. "Masta.I don't have time for this!"
Arucard jutted out his lower lip in a surprisingly pathetic way. "But I have nothing to wear!" he sniveled.
"..wear? You've been wearing that same suit for years! What's wrong with it now?"
Arucard pulled a copy of "Seventeen Magazine" from a hidden pocket.
"It says here that I'm an 'Autumn', and that bright red is for 'Summers'! Do you have anything.." He peered closer at the magazine, "in..mauve? Or possibly.blue?"
"Masta.if you wanted me to take off my uniform, you could've just said so."
Arucard blushed even deeper than Integral, which Seras hadn't known was possible for the undead. "Why can't we just talk about clothes? I just don't think this old foppish thing flatters my girlish figure."
Seras rolled her eyes. She figured she knew where this was going.
"Of for God's sake, Arucard. Here. You can take whatever you want from my room..just.stop being so creepy!"
Arucard grinned, the falsified blush receding from his cheeks. He giggled madly and sifted through Seras's drawers, as she walked out the door to leave him in peace. *** Unfortunately, where Seras ended up was the bathroom for female officers. Arucard was kneeling on the counter, leaning into the mirror. He was dabbing something on his face.
"Seras.is it true you can use lipstick on your eyes?" Arucard sighed unhappily, once again, as Seras dropped onto the tile floor unconscious. "Why do younger girls have to be so sensitive."
"Integra~~~l.."
"No, Arucard."
".but."
"I said no."
".b-b-but!"
"The final answer is NO!" Integral was turning bright red.
Arucard stalked dejectedly out Integral's study. He muttered as he sank through the hallway floor. "How is she supposed to know I'm not if she refuses to look!?"
***
"Fukei!"
Seras jumped. "Ye-.yes, Masta?"
Arucard phased into existence and sat down on Seras's coffin. "I think we need some time to talk.talk like civilized-"
Seras sighed. "Masta.I don't have time for this!"
Arucard jutted out his lower lip in a surprisingly pathetic way. "But I have nothing to wear!" he sniveled.
"..wear? You've been wearing that same suit for years! What's wrong with it now?"
Arucard pulled a copy of "Seventeen Magazine" from a hidden pocket.
"It says here that I'm an 'Autumn', and that bright red is for 'Summers'! Do you have anything.." He peered closer at the magazine, "in..mauve? Or possibly.blue?"
"Masta.if you wanted me to take off my uniform, you could've just said so."
Arucard blushed even deeper than Integral, which Seras hadn't known was possible for the undead. "Why can't we just talk about clothes? I just don't think this old foppish thing flatters my girlish figure."
Seras rolled her eyes. She figured she knew where this was going.
"Of for God's sake, Arucard. Here. You can take whatever you want from my room..just.stop being so creepy!"
Arucard grinned, the falsified blush receding from his cheeks. He giggled madly and sifted through Seras's drawers, as she walked out the door to leave him in peace. *** Unfortunately, where Seras ended up was the bathroom for female officers. Arucard was kneeling on the counter, leaning into the mirror. He was dabbing something on his face.
"Seras.is it true you can use lipstick on your eyes?" Arucard sighed unhappily, once again, as Seras dropped onto the tile floor unconscious. "Why do younger girls have to be so sensitive."
