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Nar stands and gives a shake of his shaggy, silver hair. "Brr. I got the willies. Well, it will be a nice little jaunt. Oh, you don't have to get all dressed up for me." He laughs a little and waves him on, showing he's only joking, guessing at what he might be at. But when Vlad's disappeared around the doorway, Nar gives Iden something of an intense, incredulous look that seems to be asking What are you doing!? He's not particularly put off or distressed, really, but certainly surprised; it's something he hadn't expected in the least. How this will go down, he's not sure. Perhaps Vlad was only being moderately well-behaved for Iden's sake.

"Oh, you vixen, you. Cracking men over the head to drag them home? I thought that was a stone-age thing." He chuckles, albiet a little nervously. "I joke. Please, don't hit me. I'll come back."

Nar rolls his eyes, grinning. "How terribly clever of you. So a crack on the skull is just to keep me in my place, is it?"


He scratches his head and whispers back, "No, I guess not... it's alright. Just... just wish me luck."

Naraka gives a little shrug. "Well, you're a collector after all. You know, there will be a point that your house is so filled up with vampires and animals that it will just burst at the seams. What will your neighbors think?" He looks over to Vlad and gives him a funny little smile. He might be dressed in more modern clothing, but there's something about him, or so it seems to Nar, that's just a little out of place. The hair, perhaps.

"Oh well, alright, ready? Let's go then. Good evening, Iden. I'll see you soon." He peers around for a moment to be certain he hasn't left anything, realizes he had brought nothing to leave, and then heads out the door.

(( is it? ^_^; ))

Nar doesn't catch the wierd little transaction, and it's probably a good thing. He's blissfully unaware of Vlad's creepiness as he steps out into the hall and gazes around. "Hmm? I suppose I am. I feel more comfortable out of doors. Anyway, it seems to me that most houses are very much the same, and I've never roamed the streets of..... er.... the town in which we are."


He pauses, hands on his hips, and looks around, frowning. "I realize I have no idea how to get out of this building. Which way are we headed?"

(( I dunno. I think brown hair is boring. *eyes own brown hair* Yes, fairly dull. ))

"Well, wherever. Sounds more like a hospital than a town." Nar turns himself around (for he was facing in the other direction at the time) and heads after the other to the stairs, brooding silently behind his back. Trying to guage and guess and respond to Vlad without causing some kind of upset is like trying to play chess blindfolded. It only takes Nar a moment to realize that they're too similar than is comfortable. At least, the way Nar used to be not several months ago.

(( The only person I'd give exception to is D. Delicious, delicious D and his magical hair of mysterious wonder. XD ))

"I'm not looking for excitement," Nar replies, trying to remain chipper and bouyant. "In fact, I am hoping there won't be anyone around. I don't feel up to chatting with the locals at present." Nar jogs down the stairs, smelling all the smells there are to be had, collecting information about the place and storing it back in his brain.

(( Vampire Hunter D. He is.... the sex XD ))

The mention of people stumbling around brings to mind some kind of bar-goers trying to find their way home after hours, and the mental image makes Nar chuckle to himself. As off as the pair are, any drunken sot might consider them spectres, and the pretend drama that would insue makes him laugh even harder.

The entrance into the outside world, however, puts a stop to all his giggling, and he pauses to gaze out around him, and then up at the starkly pale bird. Seagulls bring him back, way back,to a place before he'd found himself a place to stay. When all the open ocean was his home. He gives a whistful sigh. "How fortunate to be so close to the sea."

(( Ya ya. you totally need to watch Bloodlust. It is so sexily and deliciously animated. Wrrrr *drools all over the animation* ))

"Do you like it, then? The ocean? I've always had an affinity. Perhaps it's the wildness of it. Whoever knows what is the hold over the sailor that the sea has. The siren song." He chuckles a little. "I always liked the seagulls. Perhaps she ought to get herself some earmuffs." Naraka has nowhere to go imparticular, so he simply follows his nose, which invariably leads him in the direction of the ocean.