#justchallenging

Pointed ears perked up at the sing song voice behind him-- D pivots, turning himself to face the young, colorful vampire in pigtails that approached him. It wasn't everyday someone complimented his hat or fashion sense--most would complain how dour, or terrifying he looked clad in midnight.

But this young girl in pink...doesn't seem to be deterred by his presence in any way.

D smiles--a rarity in itself and responds with a quiet...

A walk that was to lead him to some sweets as a way to wind down after going through that hell, Itachi carried a bag of his favorite dango with intent on going to find a spot to enjoy the treats.  Not to mention that it would be a way to help clear his head of the doubts he had formed before.  It was also a walk to make sure that everything around them was indeed back to normal and there was nothing else left behind.  He had a bit of trust issues with these sort of things, so his paranoia was justified by that.  Eyes would eventually spy another close by with a peculiar attire.  It almost felt like she was still in the Halloween spirit, but she wore the outfit as if it was normal.

          This may be the first time he’s seen anyone with longer hair than his sister!

   Round the corner, just one more, it must be so close—

   “Oh!”

   “I’m very sorry, miss! That’s my fault entirely, are you alright?!”

   — A bump into an unsuspecting youth. But now, isn’t she...?

Needless to say, the purple genie didn’t expect to run into anyone familiar when taking a stretch outside the lantern and in the park. Her new finder was busy so she didn’t need to fulfill any wishes for the moment.

Whisp merely was walking along the path, though not paying attention until she felt a bump against her hip. Turning around, she glanced at the familiar ghoul who was sprouting way too much pink...

“ i know i kinda have the looks but i can assure you im not a ghost, miss. ” ah yes, the infamous technicalities.

It had begun to look so noticeable.

Perhaps it was never that hard to see to begin with— the Unholy King lounging in his chair most of the time because he simply didn't have the energy to do much of anything else. Save to attend to his array of blossoming roses, a habit that he hadn't even caught himself picking up on over the years until it was the only excuse to go out into that... human world.

"I grow older, dear Draculaura." And growing this old had been part of His devine damnation to a soul so twisted. Dracula was all too aware that this was exactly as intended. That king who had slaughtered thousands was to ROT here with that heavy guilt.