Is that really enough reason to be lingerin in a place like this?
(He lets out a dry laugh, not buying the mysterious persons reasoning at all. Curiousity? What kind of pathetic answer was that)
I don't really give answers for free. And even then, how can I trust ya?
Curiosity.
( a glance around at the sad scenery even the manor’s gardener couldn’t remedy. The only reasons any being would willingly visit were entertainment, anything else too dreary.)
What might your reason for being here be?
( when his head turns, his eye doesn’t immediately follow the movement. it’s only a half second delay for foggy white to start careful observation of the manor resident.)
I’m allowed visitation, if that is what you’re asking.
(He enters the greenhouse but his eyes fixate on the unknown person, his mouth left ajar. A bunch of different superstitions flood his mind. He gets closer to the figure)
Are you...supposed'ta be here?
Norton curiously prods around the postman, sifting through the letters he has made. Is there anything interesting here to sample and take? Just mundane Christmas cards, hardly worth a second glance. Dissapointing.
*Victor has fallen asleep at the dining table- Again*
*Around him are sprawled Christmas cards he was working on at various levels of being done. And paper scraps have gotten stuck in his hair*
@corvuswritings // Would love to!! I'm not the most active at the moment and activity will be in spurts, just a warning! You seem like a lovely person 🥰
Be careful out there. Don't wanna mess with what you don't know...
(He trails off and keeps his gaze on the gardener. Something about her seemed off. Very off. Regardless, he begins walking again, turning the corner and now out of sight.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
[The comments made her quiet, her expression different from her usual one. Her thoughts were indeed jumbled by the lack of blood to feed on—her eyes met the prospector eyes.]
+