“One hundred and eighty-nine, you said?” That was quite a large number. If thirty was a month’s time (roughly), then Kamijo figured that must be around six months time and some odd days. Of course, math had never been his strength. What would be happening in that precise amount of time. “I suppose that must be an important even you’re planning — since you know the exact amount of days to its arrival! Lucky for you, I happen to be rather gifted with that sort of thing.”
"You heard it correctly.” The time frame was, in all fairness, completely vast in a mortal mindset. However, to Calcifer, one hundred and eighty-nine days was equivalent to one hundred and eighty-nine seconds. Perhaps immortality was to blame. (Actually, there was no question about it — it was to blame.)
Nevertheless, he scrutinized the male before him with his crimson gaze, painted lips pursing briefly around his fangs. “… You mean to say that you will help plan for a celebration when you don’t even know what the celebration is for?!“ His voice escalated with each word, a lacquered nail jabbing in his direction. "What kind of headstone have you been hiding under?!”
Headstone? Perhaps this was one of his more enthusiastic fans, come to harass him about some anniversary or another. Whatever it was, it had quite obviously escaped the pseudo-vampire, his brow perked above glimmering, translucent contacts. ”… My dear fellow! I beg your pardon, but I’ve not rested under a headstone!“ He huffed, as though truly offended. False fangs flashed as he bared them in a halfhearted snarl. "The undead have no use for headstones!"
“Bonjour, honey! Look who’s finally come around! Anyone have a little time to entertain me~?”
“Time, time, time. Let’s see… I suppose if you have about one-hundred-and-eighty-nine days to help me think of something for this year’s big celebration, then I suppose I would have time to entertain you.”
“One hundred and eighty-nine, you said?” That was quite a large number. If thirty was a month’s time (roughly), then Kamijo figured that must be around six months time and some odd days. Of course, math had never been his strength. What would be happening in that precise amount of time. “I suppose that must be an important even you’re planning – since you know the exact amount of days to its arrival! Lucky for you, I happen to be rather gifted with that sort of thing.”
