Starfuckers INC

I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype
I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right
I'll be there for you as long as it works for me
I play a game it's called insincerity

Alucard, Young Walter

They sat across from each other. Blue eyes clashed with red, a frown with a smile, appropriate fashion with...

"... Is that Rabbit fur or Fox..?"

"Polar Bear." Alucard stated smugly, fingers idly fidgeting and toying with the flat fluff of his hat.

"Ah." The young butler replied with a question still lingering in the tone of his voice, "... Polar bear."

"Mm hmm."

"... It... uhm... looks dashing... on you."

Walter opened his mouth to say something but really, really, really couldn't. Instead, a sigh groaned from his throat and his head found its way against the window of the train.

The vampire grinned ivory whites. Just a pale girly face with a bright smile and long black eye lashes. All smiles and no humor. One big anemic jack-o-lantern complete with a polar bear furred hat.

"Hey..."
Those twin blue eyes roll back to his direction, brows knit as the young man studied his companion. "What?"
Alucard's smile shifted into a contemplative smirk, gaze following the English boy's metal-encased knuckles and nudging his head to emphasize direction. "So... you ever do stuff with those wires?"

"'Stuff?'"

"You know... stuff stuff," Alucard's tone teased into a melody at the repetition of the word 'stuff'.

Walter, evidently, was not following, "Wh-... What sort of 'stuff'?"

Smacking pale lips, the androgynous vampire slacked his posture into the opposite seat, eyes flickering as they drew up to drink the butler's features at his next words, "You know... kinky stuff."

He could only groan and was sorely tempted to sarcastically reply the following: Gee, Alucard. I don't know. Do you do anything with that horrendous little flat of a polar bear hat except prance around like some git with the thing on?

Unfortunately, Walter forgot Vampires can read minds.

"Why as a matter of fact," Alucard began, cracking his knuckles and taking a deep dramatic breath of air (further emphasized by the fact that vampires don't even need to breath) – "there was a time when I was alone with Arthur, the hat, and three other girls. And we deci-"

Walter returned to pressing his head against the cool window as eyes rolled attentively at each passing tree outside. This was going to be a long, long painful train ride back to London.