Bethel
The Drama ducked some as Ishikawa approached the window, lowering his profile more and more as the kitsune came closer and closer. The Drama narrowed his eyes at the scar. Truly, it was a garish mark. That which only a criminal would bear, yet this young man wore it. He certainly didn't strike the Drama as one who would commit heinous acts- on the contrary- the Drama was beginning to think very highly of this young man... Truly, this mystery was quite intriguing, and he had to figure out the answer...

But rain approached. As Ishikawa began to walk away the Drama smelled the rain growing closer and closer, and even heard it fall in the distance. So, he made a mad dash to the parlor and climbed back in, settling behind one of the chairs in the room and sitting down. Despite his panicked actions, he was incredibly calm. Worried, yes, but calm nonetheless. In fact, he was smiling. Hell, he was laughing... Quietly, of course.

"Uhuhuhuhu..." He chuckled softly. "Uhuhuhu... I have much to learn of you, young man."
Judith
*Ishikawa was about to enter his room when he once again heard something. Or at least, he thought he did. It was hard to tell, in the state he was in. Quietly, he called his loyal hawk over, and the rather large bird would come to him, making soft flapping noises as it landed at his feet. It knew enough not to land on his bare shoulder. Together, they would creep back down the hall, until a pale hand could be seen on the door frame... Then, an eye poked out from the darkness, staring.*
Bethel
As if on cue, it started to rain. Hard.

Like a deer caught in anachronistic headlights, the Drama froze. There he was, huddled behind a chair, sitting and softly chuckling to himself like a madman. He sat and stared back for a moment before he chuckled, this time allowing it to be heard through his quiet. His mask appeared to pulsate and warp as if it were made of half-alive clay. If Ishikawa wasn't already tense, he would be now. The feeling of watching the mask was akin to seeing a face in the dark, then turning back to see it was a coat all along; hearing someone whisper your name, then turning and finding it was only the rain; the heebie-jeebies, if you will. However, there would be no relief in seeing the Drama's mask disappear. It stared Ishikawa down like a predator stares down prey.

*So much for first impressions, I suppose.* The Drama thought. Unlike a predator, he began to pace backwards to the window, keeping direct line of sight with Ishikawa. While he hadn't *Planned* On getting his suit wet, he also didn't plan on being discovered... So, clearly, plans have changed, and the new plan was to high-tail it out of there. Though... He waited. 

Despite his mistrust of most people and their intentions with him, despite his knowledge that a hunter would not take kindly to a vampire invading his home, despite all of his best judgement telling him to get the hell out of there and lose Ishikawa in the trees... He couldn't bring himself to do it. Whether it be his morbid curiosity, his odd sense of respect for Ishikawa, or just plain stupidity, the Drama felt he wasn't in immediate danger quite yet... Thus, there was no way in hell he would run away.

He stood with a hand on the windowsill, gaze fixed strongly on Ishikawa.
Judith
*Ishikawa stepped further out into the doorway, still holding onto it with his hand. His steps were slow and methodical, as if moving was difficult, which, given he had been smoking opium, was likely. He used his free hand to rub his eyes, squinting at The Drama. He wasn't quite able to be tense at that point, being largely outside of the realm of reality, at least in his mind. Ishikawa tilted his head, his Vulpine ears flopping limply as he did. Pursing his lips, a question began to form as he stared the other in the eyes. Or at least attempted to.* 

"What sort of..." 
*He shook his head, looking back at The Drama, murmuring,* 
"Are you real, and if so, what in the name of the Gods are you doing in my house?"
Bethel
The Drama smiled, happy to have made the correct choice. He kept his hand firmly on the window, just in case he had to vault out, but for the moment he relaxed some, letting himself get into a more comfortable standing position.

"I am very real, and I serve the interest of no god but myself." The Drama chuckled and glanced now to the hawk, trying to decipher its intentions. Thankfully, it seemed well trained, and likely wouldn't be attacking him without command or provocation... *Good bird :),* He thought. The Drama didn't want his true intentions revealed- it would make Ishikawa too paranoid and likely soil the Drama's chances of ever extracting a good narrative out of the man... So, he improvised, and told a half truth:

"As for why I'm here... I was walking along a nearby trail when it began to smell of rain." He gestured out the window with his free hand to the pouring rain.
"I didn't want my suit to get wet as it's quite expensive, as you can likely see, and noticed your cottage. I didn't want to disturb your night, and noticed you had a free-looking room that has seen little use, and decided to make it my refuge from the storm until I could safely -and cleanly- depart."

The Drama relayed all this with the tone of a man who had just been caught doing something incredibly embarrassing, and, being a rather skilled actor, likely played it off very well. He hoped to extract some sort of pity for Ishikawa, or maybe even a sense of familiarity. Of course, he didn't rely on this. He still knew that he was a trespasser. He was more than prepared to make a quick escape into the night, saving his life, but effectively ruining a good suit in the process. He hoped that maybe one last string of words might seal his deal:

"I am terribly sorry if I have inconvenienced you or offended you, and... I understand if you would like me to leave. However, I would be most grateful if you would let me stay."