"TRICK-OR-TREAT!" A "pirate" shows up to his door holding out his hand expectantly.
// Trick or treating/Halloween shenanigans - Accepting all day! //
Another interruption on a relatively quiet night in the woods. Again, the Vileblood stands to wander over to his door, this time bringing his plate of cookies in one hand, and unlocks the door with the other. He creaks it open, first smelling a familiar human long before seeing him. The scent of earth, as well as general grime and death, drifts into his nostrils just as he opens it more to stare down at Judas. At least his pistol sits at his hip as he pauses for a moment with pursed lips and a raised eyebrow. With both long yet delicate hands clasping the platter now, Adrian says, “I do hope you enjoy some biscuits, ‘captain.’”
Pale hands begin to offer out cookies in the shapes of circles and more oblong ones, the latter hard and crunchy and far more intended for dunking in tea or coffee. Though, he had no way of knowing whether this apparent wanderer even had access to either. At the very least, the “pirate” would have some sweet snacks to eat. It puzzles the doctor, however, that an adult would be participating something usually intended for children and adolescents. However, he kept this to himself; after all, he didn’t count Yharnam as his hometown and previously, he knew the holiday as one spent at his home village’s church.
