[Isaac has not only decided to attend on a whim, but to abide by the dress code, appearing neat with his hair loosely bound back in a short ponytail, and in the most formal of attire he had in his possession. It was a spare he’d forged of the uniform worn while under Dracula’s service, near identical to the original but for the lack of winged crest emblazoned on the back.
Although he feels quite at home in the castle’s library and while exploring its darker, more secluded areas, the hellion does linger in the public eye every so often to enjoy a drink and smile gently and cooly to whomever so happens to look his way for longer than a beat. People-watching remains a curious little interest of his from his youth - except now, of course, he hasn't reason to hide nor anything to fear.
Peace and good will to all, from the very bottom of his heart.]
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Although he feels quite at home in the castle’s library and while exploring its darker, more secluded areas, the hellion does linger in the public eye every so often to enjoy a drink and smile gently and cooly to whomever so happens to look his way for longer than a beat. People-watching remains a curious little interest of his from his youth - except now, of course, he hasn't reason to hide nor anything to fear.
Peace and good will to all, from the very bottom of his heart.]