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♦+ Footsteps crossed the hearing range of an albino man who sat in a rather odd position upon the velvety surface of an armchair. Peculiar of someone to be of his age most certainly, and yet he seemed too preoccupied in whatever activity played out before him. Blood red orbs shifting back forth along the reaches of parchment bound together tightly into a book, old and yet new it appeared with a fresh scent lingering upon the very pages.
Within the other hand a silver utensil found its way between the man's lips. "Mmm.." The sound exited his body right before glancing those deep hues up at the beings before him. Shock formed up within his look, chewing the food within his mouth.
Guests...? How odd! Perhaps they're here to join the Baskervilles! The Abyss must have called to them, right? They must be chosen!
Finally he popped the fork out from between his teeth with a smile growing along his lips: delight. "Ah--!! Welcome to the Baskerville mansion! Are you new recruits? I'm sure brother will be most pleased to hear others are joining!" Tilt of his head to the side, eyelids closed over his eyes at the bright smile. "It's so nice to have more people come!"
Reopening of eyelids, he saw the expressions along their features. Clyde quickly became confused as well. "Hm? Was it something I said?"
