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Ah! So what business do you have with me, or were you just hoping to strike a conversation with a somewhat old vampire?

"Uhhh... Sure. I'm interested in talking to a vampire. I mean, it'd totally be my first time." It was really, really hard for him not to judge, but at least he hadn't called the guy names or anything on the basis of disbelief. That had to count for something. "If you don't fry in the heat, does that mean you're not a bloodsucker either?"

"Ah, thank you! Since I’m not sure I have too many other options, do you know where this ‘Woofles’ is, by any chance?"

Santa let out a bark of laughter, no pun intended. The poor girl was so gracious, even with him being the jerk that he was. " 'course I do. Just follow me." He coaxed her forward with a sweep of his hand, beckoning for her to walk with him.

"…if there’s something on your mind, feel free to share." He lifted his hand from the sprain in question, offering it if this stranger wanted to draw in his palm again. A clunky method, but it would do. "I don’t bite, I promise."

Gingerly, he grabbed for Snake's hand and clumsily signed out 'leave'.

"You’re right— Maybe we should do that. Maybe—"

"Yeah. I'll go seek him out if you'd rather hang low."

"It's either that or Woofles is the name of some kinda twisted adult entertainment club."

"Eh? Mow e?"

"Nothin'."

"That’s what the church said I was. But it’s behind me now! I’m just Colette."

"Koretto-chan is hella moe."

"Sheesh. You even had a fancy title. That's pretty ridiculous..."

"I am not a sergeant. I have not joined this city’s militia. Also, I must ask you: what is a ‘boy band’?"

"Christ on a bagel. I'm outta here. Can't stand you literal types..."

"You realize that doesn’t make you sound any less likely to attract trouble, right?"

"... Yeah well. Whatever."

"No, it is not irony. I am sorry to cause such disappointment."

"Oh great. The boy band wannabe is a Sergeant Buzzkill to boot."

"…right. One question. How do you plan to do it with something that doesn’t exist here?" Thanks Hive City. He does know what internet is, sorta.

"You say that like I don't know how to connect networks together."

"Yes?"

"I feel faint. This is irony being so unironic that it's ironic all over again, and that's probably not even irony. Shit."

"Prove me wrong."

"Challenge accepted, ya meme lovin' fuck!"