Flandre had barely stumbled out of the chute...thing and gotten her feet under her, let alone out of the room itself. This dream was strange! But most other thoughts in her mind were rather abruptly shoved aside in the face of this strange creature--Culumon? that was the name--their persistence. Her face lit up in childish glee instead of worry, and she almost seemed like she would start bouncing in place at any moment.

"I do! I do want to play! What are we going to play? Is the person outside going to play with us too? Are they?"

She was processing the rest, honest! It was just a slower process, what with all this excitement going on. The little vampire never passed up a chance to play!

((OOC: Requesting Culumon playtime!))