Dutch Van Der Linde
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Annoyed, Dutch massaged his temples in attempts to ease the tension he was beginning to feel.
“For the last time; no, I do not remember what the Boston Tea Party was like. I wasn’t even in the area when it happened.” He grumbled, his fangs jutting out. Constantly you asked Dutch if he remembered important historical events.
You assumed that because he was a vampire, he would care about the history he had lived through. Turns out, you couldn’t be more wrong.