[At Ema's questions, Schuldig grins - a sharklike grin that's only enhanced by the fact that his canines seem sharper than usual. Granted, there's no desire to suck blood or anything of the sort, but he's been fitted out to at least look the part of a vampire; why wouldn't it come with the most obvious accessories? And, as he often does, he gives the most unsettling answer possible.] I'm supposed to be dead.
Care to join me? [This statement is not actually meant to be connected to the last one - he simply intends for Ema to come with him - but there's a subconscious emphasis toward the macabre in Schuldig's behavior right now. It's largely town-inspired, but in truth he doesn't need any further incentive to amuse himself disturbing even those few people he likes than his own natural sadism.
It's rather ironic that he'd put Ema so easily off-guard when he really hadn't cared about doing so one way or the other, and hardly needs to take advantage of it. He extends a hand to her, in a way that's almost courtly - an impression likely enhanced by the evening wear.]
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Care to join me? [This statement is not actually meant to be connected to the last one - he simply intends for Ema to come with him - but there's a subconscious emphasis toward the macabre in Schuldig's behavior right now. It's largely town-inspired, but in truth he doesn't need any further incentive to amuse himself disturbing even those few people he likes than his own natural sadism.
It's rather ironic that he'd put Ema so easily off-guard when he really hadn't cared about doing so one way or the other, and hardly needs to take advantage of it. He extends a hand to her, in a way that's almost courtly - an impression likely enhanced by the evening wear.]