*̲ 𝖆𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉 . ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏

⠀⠀ ͟.. ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝓵𑣲𝐯𝐞 ⠀⠀ is ⠀ a ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓯𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆 ， ⠀ 𝕔𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ⠀ thing ⠀ in ⠀ this ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ cold ， ⠀ 𝓯𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⠀ world. ⠀ —- †

i regret getting your mother pregnant.

⠀⠀ can the vampire prince get a mortal harem around here ??

Whis remained comfortably seated, his posture relaxed as the other began working through his long locks. His smile softened at the explanation, and he glanced back over his shoulder. "There's no need to apologize. I hardly consider a little hair styling an inconvenience."

“Definitely… what’s your story with yours?” *she asked with a slight frown*

Whis seemed quite unbothered by the prospect of having his hair rearranged, particularly given its rather convenient nature. "My, my. I suppose that does make it rather convenient, doesn't it?" He accepted the invitation, taking his seat with a slow, effortless grace.

Whis turned his attention toward Alucard, his expression settling into a mildly curious smile. He approached without much hesitation, his eyes lingered on the dhampir with some amusement. "Another idea, you say? My, my."