J-S approached the building minutes after D'Arthur arrived, wearing an old pair of army cargos and a black 'Les Wampas' t-shirt, a cigarette perched from his own lips. Removing his hands from his pockets as he walked up to the figure under the lamppost, he took the cigarette and flicked the ash to the ground before taking another drag. He felt underdressed almost immediately, wondering if his propensity for t-shirts and army clothes went against the whole vampire mythos.
"Allo, mon ami," he said as he got closer, nodding his head politely as he dropped his cigarette to the ground and snuffed it out with his shoe. "I'm not late, am I?"