Reincarnated Soul

BLAMMO

John smiled, as if he completely understood. “Alright then-- no worries!” He said, only milliseconds before piecing together what Graham was actually saying to him. Then he straightened up in shock and confusion, repeating what was said to him to himself before trying to seek answers. 

   “Bison? Good ol’ American Buffalo? Well, I think they’re great,” The smile usually meant Graham aws up to no good, but... what harm could come from talking about bison?

John scoffed, already looking to do just that. He couldn’t help but pause at the request, though, glancing incredulously at Graham with a half-hidden smirk.

Alucard would have rolled his eyes had he been raised to be anything other than a dhampiric prince. But the look he gave John should have said it all, he hoped. Alucard reached out to try to take the ear bud from John’s hand.

“Yes. Why do you look so pleased about that? Do you think it’s because of you?” It was because of him, but Alucard wasn’t sure he wanted John to know that.  Who knew what kind of look he’d give Alucard after figuring that out?

John wouldn’t give him back the little device, instead opting for the childish route of pulling it just barely out of his grasp. He grew more self-satisfied at the accusations, giving the Dhampir a good pat on the chest. 

Alucard doesn’t even look up when John sits beside him. Not because he’s ignoring him, simply because he feels that he assumes that John knows that he’s there. It’s a peaceful cohabitation…

That John utterly ignores when he plucks out the earbud. Oh well. He’ll finally turn to look at the large cowpoke.

“I’m corresponding with some of my coworkers. I’ve found somewhat recently that music helps me focus. I didn’t want to bother you by playing it out loud.”

John sits in silence, eyes closing when he tries to place the sound coming from the earbud. Because it wasn’t fully in his ear, they were unclear and took a second to get a grasp on, but he latched onto a familiar melody and came to his conclusions quickly.