πππ ππππππππππ (nandor) wrote in wtnvgame, @ 2021-09-06 12:00:00 |
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It took the vampire an annoyed shake of his wrist to realize that there was something on it. Sitting up in his coffin, Nandor raised his left hand and saw the handcuff. "What the fuck is this fucking—"
His gaze followed the chain to the small spiky-haired blonde that was attached to him. Nandor, unsure of what to do, starting yelling.
She'd contemplated opening the coffin to look inside, but then thought about all those possibilities and thought better of it. She had a little bit of give on the cuff keeping her close, enough that she'd managed to hook her foot on some furniture and grab a pillow for herself to rest on the floor beside the coffin. There was only so much she could do, and although she'd contemplated trying to get Tom to come and bring a pair of bolt cutters, she was also curious as to what the hell was going on.
Drifting off to sleep wasn't the plan, but boredom hit and Frankie dozed until the yelling started. She was instantly startled to the point of flailing her chained hand at whatever just came out of the coffin. "Stop yelling! My god!"
Was this Nadja's way of finding him a takeout meal? The woman didn't have a 'To Nandor' note or anything on her.
"I am not God, I am a vampire," Nandor told her. He paused, looking down at the handcuffs again. "Why would you go and handcuff yourself to a vampire," he asked her, his tone full of confusion and annoyance.
Night Vale and it's weird and wonderful ways apparently wanted them to hang out, and felt like making it really impossible to argue. So, here they were. "I'm Frankie." Okay, so... common ground with vampire who screams, that was probably going to be hard. "I like your coffin?"
Nandor was completely ready to continue having a fuss in being attached to a human like this - but then she went and said such nice things about his coffin. "Thank you. It was a gift, from a Princess," he told her as he patted the edge affectionately - because that was impressive, at least he thought so. Here, however, princesses were a lot more common, apparently.
Carefully, the vampire stood up in his coffin because he needed to dramatically announce himself - only the handcuffs made him sort of lurch down to the side to accommodate Frankie. "I am Nandor, the Relentless," he told her proudly.
But he paused again, looking at how they were positioned and how awkward and ungraceful it would be for him to climb over the side. "And I need a hand getting out."
Frankie was still a little stunned for a moment, before-- "Oh right, um, sure." Moving a little, offering her unchained hand, Frankie tried to work out how to organise all this in her mind.
Honestly, she wasn't sure if she should be surprised by the fact that yes, vampires or just... roll with it. She'd rolled with Gods and frozen super soldiers and Hulk. So, why not vampires? "I take it the whole... no sunlight thing is accurate? Which is why it's... sundown before you're up?" Which, okay, she could do nighttime, she guessed. But, they were totally going to need to move the coffee pot. "If I mention how badly I need a drink, is that going to be uncomfortable?"
βThat is correct, yes,β he reassured her, letting go of her one free hand. She was pretty much Guillermoβs height, as well. But much skinnier.
βI suppose I would not mind,β Nandor said calmly. Oddly enough she wasnβt really that appetizing to him, she was far too bony. βIs it hard to get human food and drink now?β He asked after a pause. βYou are so malnourished.β
Another pause. βLike a skeleton.β
"Or... do you even have human food around?" God, this was going to be awkward. "I mean, now that you're up and we can move, we could... get a delivery, or something." Jesus, she could eat the food, he could eat the delivery guy. At least no one was wasting anything.
"And I dunno if your little dino needs walking or whatever. This is like... I dunno, jumping a whole lot of steps on a 'get to know you' kind of thing." And usually, Frankie was good at weird.
βBut yes, I do think that food would be good right about now. I donβt want there to beβ¦ an incident,β Nandor said, wiggling his fingers lightly in her direction. His control was typically pretty good but since Night Vale it was more difficult to get an actual meal.
The Yoshi running around finally stopped and Nandor bent down slightly. βGood Morning my Little Guillermo, did you have fun running around the apartment while daddy slumbered?β the vampire baby-talked the small dinosaur.
He looked at Frankie and smiled awkwardly. βThis is Little Guillermo. He hatched from a strange egg that I was given byβ¦. well I donβt know who., honestly.β He needed to be better at feeding him, he knew that. At least he got proper care at the nice witchβs daycare.
"Hi Little Guillermo." It was kind of cute; big bad vampire cooing at a tiny little Yoshi. Of course Frankie was the same with a lot of small animals, save for cats, who hated her.
"Would um... would you like to go out? Get... something... someone? To eat?" Was she actually suggesting the to-do method of vampire feeding? Jesus she really had loose morals. "He'd probably like a run around, if you wanna. I don't mind." She wanted coffee, and maybe a slice of pizza. If she got that she was sure she'd over look standing by an alleyway while he went all Interview with a Vampire on some unsuspected sap.
Frankie basically extending an invitation to go out for a bite sounded perfect. Perhaps Nandor could even hypnotize her as an alibi to say that no, he didnβt actually drink from a bunch of people, that was another tall, dark, and mysteriously handsome vampire. βI will have to get my fancy cloak,β he told her, vaguely motioning toward the closet that he once slept in after he first arrived.
βI only have the two,β he told her, sounding almost sad - when in fact it was incredibly sad for Nandor as he had multiple wardrobes full of endless cloaks back home. βBut the nice one is actually from a Miss Princess Zelda,β he explained, letting Little Guillermo continue to parade around like an unruly child. A little time out of the apartment would do all three of them good, he presumed.
βI will allow you to get changed before we go out,β the prim vampire told her, looking at Frankie somewhat critically. She seemed like a very simple human, based on looks alone. Not that he was an expert in the least on modern fashions.