#count braujou

[crooked-incisors]

dont remember this really either

[child-of-the-undead]

Left hand: D is at that age where there's only one thing on his mind

Count Braujou: Girls?

Left hand: Murder

[child-of-the-undead]

Count Braujou: Do you mean to suggest the people there could be trouble? Good enough. If not for things like that, there’d be no point in having us along.

Left hand: That hardly sounds like the words of an antisocial old geezer who locked himself in his room for five thousand years.

[erucres]

Eyes shut, he sat in a room in his residence for 5001 years without moving an inch.