[Alucard had just been passing by, floating down the hallway, and then he hears her. Though the sight of the light amount of blood and bruises on Venus' body is alarming at first, he quickly assesses why: she's just flying into various things, but very clearly is having the time of her life.
That pure, exhilarating joy is impossible not to smile back, even a little bit.
Calmly, he catches the clipboard, and gently tosses it back to her.]
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That pure, exhilarating joy is impossible not to smile back, even a little bit.
Calmly, he catches the clipboard, and gently tosses it back to her.]
You seem to be adjusting well.