when the acrobatic finally spoke again and introduced himself he nodded slowly in acknowledgment, taking in his words very carefully, remaining just as calculative. “Alva Lorenz….. hermit……. I won’t get in your way of food……”

he slowly lifted the cup to his lips and slowly sipped his lips, his lifeless eyes never leaving his face as he let out a soft sigh, lowering the cup just as slowly. he didn’t say anything right away, his eyes carefully calculating the smaller male’s every movement.

he slowly turned around when he heard footsteps, turning around and blinking incredibly and unnaturally slow, his eyes giving a dead stare with no expression. he listened to the smaller male’s analysis on him. his own eyes scanning over and taking note of the raw skin on his hands.

now he stood in the kitchen waiting for his coffee to brew, his hand clutched around his cane and watched carefully, unsure if any other presences lingered in the shadows or around the manor.

he appreciated a good pumpkin spiced latte, not caring that it was nighttime because while being undead he was always tired. when he was out at day he often found himself falling asleep against his cane while standing up. often leaving himself vunerable, but he didn’t care. he couldn’t control it.

he preferred staying in his room during day, mostly lingering at night with the cat god at his heel, he found it nice that no one lingered but him, his hermit tendencies kicking in. he walked out of the halls and down into the kitchen area, moving to make himself a coffee.

now he sat outside his respectable room, the night of the manor are always heavy.
most people never left their rooms at night, most often because there was rumors of a scary shadow with purple eyes that lingers. Alva didn’t really care though, he primarily just wanted some time out of his room.

I no longer have ties to the university, so no. Unless you wish to abandon any human confines of yours and join the path towards the truth. Then I can mentor you in new things