#vainburnt

                  “It isn’t like you to be up this early-- You do know the sun isn’t going to be up for several more hours, correct?”

                     Standing at one of the many bookshelves that surrounded the entire room, Julian barely even gave so much as glance in the other’s direction. The Count need not introduce himself either-- He could recognize those footsteps as easily as he could recognize his sister’s voice. Delicately, steady digits would brush against the spines of various novels and journals as a careful gaze would read each of the titles.

                      Somewhat startled by the jolt of Lucio practically grabbing him and stripping him of his jacket, Julian stumbled just a tad before watching in horror as his clothing is just tossed into the puddle as though it were nothing more than a towel.

                   Why? Why did it always have to be SOMETHING with Lucio?  And it wasn’t as though you could simply tell THE COUNT no, but you could give him an alternative to his original demand. –Usually.