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He’d grown up with Dominique, with Louis, with their grandfather, but it was a rare thing for Veronica to ever show her face at the home Aberoigne...and he was glad for it. The woman was a force to be reckoned with and a frightening individual to be in the presence of, not to mention her absolute hatred for the entire human race (prejudice was something Noe was unable to turn a blind eye from). He felt his spine crawl at the sound of her voice when she had arrived, a sense of dread fell on him like a stone...Vanitas, she would kill him without hesitation!
Somehow, though, they’d all managed to hold their own so far and it was obvious that their rebellion was only increasing her enjoyment of the situation; she was on the hunt and easy prey was boring. So he put himself between the vampiress and his newfound companion, red eyes narrowed...this was incredibly foolish, he knew, but he was never known as the brightest light in the street. Another comment about the stench of human was made and he flinched slightly at the pure hatred dripping in her tone so he’d responded, chiding her for being so dramatic...after all, he knew for a fact that Vanitas smelled enticing, not repulsive.
“So I have.” he responded to her recognition of him, “And you haven’t changed a bit, Veronica. Still as narrow minded as you ever were.” Perhaps it was stupid of him to prod the beast, but he was more than a little shaken by the events of the evening and in no mood for any more violence.
