Nonexisting
Four Thousand Club
He looked up at the tall vampire, "O-Oh n-nothing. I'm-I'm just stressed." He smiled a weak smile, "And how are you a servant? You-You seem regal. I-I can hear your French accent and m-might I say what a lovely country it is. I-I wish I could visit one day." He glanced down and back up again. He held his left wrist with his right hand and his tail rose into a vertical line with a hook shaped tip.
The slim figure of Arthur strolled by the surroundings of the manor in a carefree pace, his sleepy countenance showing no change but the occasional movement of his light blue eyes, that moved occasionally to detect any nearby movement. The vampire finally arrived the entrance of the manor after a few minutes of walking, and his countenance changed to a confused expression while he wondered how he was supposed to attract the attention of the inhabitants without trespassing.
"Maybe I should just enter before and announce my presence later..?" He couldn't help but mutter to himself while curling his hair with the index finger, an act that was apparently unconciously done by him while deep into his thoughts.
Orious looked away seeing it was a sore subject."sold off in a auction as a child....and I'm not exactly regal I'm just a albino..." Orious told him with a huff running his fingers through his dark bangs then took notice of the Nobel. Orious tilted his head and the towering crusnik vampire approached. "...walking in is quite rude,I'll escort you to lady Octavia if you will..." Orious told Arthur and gave a bow despite looking like he should've been royalty or something. He turned around then looked to the neko gesturing for him to follow as well. "You too...I'm sure you have business with the headmistress.... I advise both not to comment on her height or make her angry, she's rather scary especially after that incident..." He told them both.