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[blasphemare]

_{[Honestly by now she's used to his eccentricities.]}

Oh? Why is that?

[honourthymother]

[ Eccentricities? Well, that's a step up from dramatics so he'll take it. ]

Because according to this world, I can't have anything in my name. I am a subspecies. Lowly and retched. And as my Dominant, it falls to you to shoulder when something is inherited by me.

[blasphemare]

And what exactly have you inherited?

[honourthymother]

[ He takes a deep breath, despite not needing to breathe, and begins... ]

I'm not aware if you know yet or not, by my fa--Dracual has gone.

[ A pause, just waiting for Sypha to say something, anything. ]

And so, in his wake, he saw it fit to leave to me, his boutique... The Bloody Zipper.

[ Another pause, this time, he's almost sulking. His usual melancholy vibe was extended through the ether between their rooms. ]

I'd like to keep it, Sypha. I know it's hardly my thing but... It was his. And he's gone now... It's all I really have.

[blasphemare]

_{[There's a silence on the other end of the device, but that's simply because she's dropped it and is making her way toward his room. There's no knock before she lets herself in, pinching the bridge of her nose. She's not angry when she speaks but it's clear she's confused, if not bewildered.]}

So you are telling me that Dracula was here...and you did not bother to tell me?

_{[Sorry Alucard she's still processing this.]}

He was here and he ran a boutique?

[honourthymother]

[ Alucard moves his head to face the door at near breakneck speed. Those golden eyes are wide open as he senses her coming towards the room. With no idea if she is mad or upset or what?! ... That is, until she enters and looks just as worn out by this nonsense as Alucard is. ]

Belmont knew too!

[ He doesn't want to take the whole blame after all. ]

I thought I was protecting you. I had no idea what he might do if he met you, Sypha. He was younger and not of our world. And yes, he ran a period-appropriate boutique. He insisted I tailored there, yet I never got around to actually doing a day's work.

[blasphemare]

_{[These idiots. She doesn't even have it in her to be mad at this point. She sighs, leaning against the wall for support.]}

...And now you wish for me to take over ownership of this boutique.

_{[She pauses, looking him dead in the eyes.]}

You do realize I know not the first thing of running such a shop.

[honourthymother]

[ Alucard is grateful that she's not mad at least. He'd honestly been put in a very sticky situation with Dracula behind here, with him knowing who his son was living with. ]

Well, it sounds ridiculous when you say it. But yes?

[ He almost turns away as she stares at him like that. It's like being in trouble with your mother... ]

You could hire someone to manage it for you? Think about it Sypha, it would bring in money at least.

[blasphemare]

I suppose you are right...we could use the money.

_{[It would bring in money and Sypha did need some sort of employment. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe.]}

But if you wish for me to do this for you then you will have to help me.

[honourthymother]

[ Nodding in agreement as she seemed to be considering the idea. A little spark of joy lighted his eyes. ]

We could indeed. Think of it as my way of paying you back for that awful citation I landed us?

[ Coming to a stand now, as she asked for his help. Taking one of her hands in both of his as he arched his neck down, making himself the same height as her. ]

I shall, Sypha, I shall. Anything you need. Consider it done.

[blasphemare]

_{[Is it really payback? But he seems genuinely happy if not relieved that she's agreed to help him with this so...who is she to deny him? As he takes her hands she can't help but smile a little.]}

You do realize I will hold you to that, yes?

[honourthymother]

[ He has an idea that might be more meaningful for her. Converting one of the back rooms into a Speaker haven, a place she can collect scrolls and books, document stories from the travelers here to compile, and convert to memory for when they finally get out of this place. ]

Thank you, Sypha. I truly hope you do intend to hold me to it.

[ Chuckling a little after that, smiling at her as they stand so close. ]

[blasphemare]

Oh I do.

_{[She waggles a slender finger toward him playfully, her other hand coming to rest on her hip.]}

Dracula may not have had you working but under me you certainly will be put to task.

[honourthymother]

... Why do I get the sinking feeling that I'm going to regret this, Sypha?

[ Watching her waggle that finger at him and ducking his head down a little, almost pouting. ]

[blasphemare]

_{[Pout all you want Alucard, if you want this you gotta work for it.]}

You won't, so long as you do your part.