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[npc_desu]

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[waitforapromise]

[Might get a bit of sunlight blocked as Alma comes up to see him, though.] You look happy.

[selfdeluded]

[Holding a hand up, and cracking his good eye open to peer at her. Fake sunlight or not, staring up into lights was definitely a bad idea.]

It's been awhile since I found a room like this.

[waitforapromise]

It's the first time I've seen it. [Sitting down beside him.] How are you?

[selfdeluded]

I've been to other beaches... but not one with the lights like this. [Grins, and plops his hand back down, letting his eye close again.]

Warm. [Which... he can't actually say very often. Not with how often he goes from eating to not eating.]

[waitforapromise]

Lights like what? [She's had no reason to assume the sun is fake.]

[selfdeluded]

[Tilts his head a little in her general direction, though he otherwise doesn't open his eyes to actually look at her.]

You can't tell the difference?

[waitforapromise]

[Glances up at it.] No? [What's the difference.]

[selfdeluded]

[Humssss, and rolls away from her to lie on his stomach, and prop his chin on his arms.]

I guess you wouldn't... [hums~~] It doesn't hurt...

[waitforapromise]

[Looks back at him.] Does the sun usually hurt you?

[selfdeluded]

[So much humming. He is the most content Hobovamp ever right now. But he shrugs a shoulder in a decidedly dismissive manner at that, and curls his bad arm under his chest.]