Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

It is time for the sunset to set, and the red of the deep red carpet and the red of the setting sun are all around, dyeing the room to a bloody color.

In a room with gothic furniture, a bloody light-dyed, gray-haired man was holding the book alone in chess with one hand.

"... well, yeah"

It's stuffed chess.

The book in the man's hand was much older, the cover collapsed, and yellowing appeared on the paper's foot that seemed to be caused by the fat on his fingers.

If a man moved second-hand, he became a checkmate.

It was an unparalleled gesture. I can't feel the response.

The man laughs, 'Can't help it'.

"... I still remember the set of questions I solved once"

A man is a vampire.

Looks like a grand old man with gray hair. But its contents are indelible, inhuman monsters.

A fantasy creature, supposedly 'absent' in the world - that was who men were.

"Well, I can't say I have complete memory, and I forget things... Hmm. What I've been thinking about is what I've been thinking about."

Boredom could not be confused.

When a man closes his book with Patan and tries to clean up the chess pawn...

Rubbish!

While making that noise, there was something coming in and out of the pet entrance.

A bump.

"The bump came into the room with a rattling noise".

That was supposed to be abnormal enough to jump up and down, but the attitude of the man who welcomed the bump into his room was calm.

"Hey, you."

Say hello to the bumps for your affection.

If anyone knows anything, they will be worried about how the man's head is.

But men aren't crazy.

Anyway, the man didn't greet the bump, he greeted the contents of it.

Mimic.

That's what they call a tentacle creature - like a vampire, the one that's supposed to be 'absent' in modern times, is in the bump.

- Jubbo!

Mimic glanced at that body from her bump as she entered the room.

Yellow, mucus clumped together and terra glowing, a vaguely blasphemous appearance that binds tentacles.

Something like that suddenly comes out of a moving bump, so if you're the other person, you could be frightened, dull, and lose your sanity.

But the man was calm.

'Huh,' he laughed,

"Wow, I'm surprised"

I said it like a greeting.

This mimic jubonubo with great joy that others are troubled by his actions.

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And when I jubon again, I let that body curl up intriguingly and gaze at the chessboard (?) Pour.

"... Mimic, hey, you know what chess is?

To the inquiry of the man, Mimic nubodgebowneuneuneune.

The man said, "Oh," and he jawed.

"I see. Did the owner under you teach you... I wonder, one station"

Mimic is nupouneunejlrijlnull.

Men get consent, so they line up the pawns.

"Do you want to go ahead, go back, or what?

Nurupp.

"Well, shall I get some white"

Thus the two chesses began.

Mimic nulllipota potacotri when man moves pawn. Mimic is still null ricoton too when a man moves a pawn in another position as he responds. A man cotries the night. Mimic is null. Coton. pota pota une null linul cotonnes. Cotton, uneuneune Cotton. CONCOTON NULL UNEKO TRICOTON UNEJBONUP I guess Mimic also knows this is the important hand UNEJBOJBBSHUKOTON Male CONCOTON NULL LIKOTON KOTON KOTON UNEYE......

"... Mmm, right. Now we're checkmates."

It was an incandescent battle.

Dropping mucus, a mark of battle, fell on the board, and the sun was so shady in the battle.

Tentacles and uncles stare at each other as if they were fighting each other well in the dark.

"It was a good fight. I feel like I haven't thought about it in a while and played chess. Again, interpersonal fighting is a good thing. I hear you can talk to Katie... but I like the feel of the pawn."

Jubun uneriuneri.

"Do you understand? This pawn is my handmade. Fine, especially with this curve around Knight's neck... Yasuri is important to finish this place smooth and colourful."

Uneune.

"... um, that's good stuff. There aren't many people in this castle who can have this kind of quiet conversation. Dragons don't listen to other people's hobbies, and family members don't converse... fairies are well, what. Yeah, muscle."

Nurulli.

"Another inning...... should we stop? If you're free again, you can hang out with me."

Nurn.

Mimic lets his tentacles curl and jubrinup null null jul.

Jurligo toggan huwarigata gutta patang gutta. Jubonu bonu null.

Uneune.