[The iron scent of blood tickles her nose and makes her hair stand on end. Monts is familiar with this particular customer by now; he's become 'her' regular in a sense because they were the only ones who could comprehend each other even in this cafe that's come to represent a crossroad of other worlds.
Thankfully, the cafe was filled with only a few people to unsettle and frighten with Vincent's appearance. They look, but do not comment. It seems risky to even whisper about the fact.
Monts turns around, taking in Vincent's state of being and lets out a sigh.]
Long night?
[ There are none of her usual jests. Rather, it's a sincere question with faint worry and concern beneath the simple question.]
no subject
Thankfully, the cafe was filled with only a few people to unsettle and frighten with Vincent's appearance. They look, but do not comment. It seems risky to even whisper about the fact.
Monts turns around, taking in Vincent's state of being and lets out a sigh.]
Long night?
[ There are none of her usual jests. Rather, it's a sincere question with faint worry and concern beneath the simple question.]