[It's not even that funny and Alucard finds himself trying not to laugh anyway. He feels... nice. Warm, and nice. And Trevor is here, actually here with him. Not just a sad little doll made of grief and spoons sitting in his kitchen.
He looks down, and outright giggles behind at hand.]
A bit.
On the bright side your blood doesn't taste like seawater. A step up, truly.
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He looks down, and outright giggles behind at hand.]
A bit.
On the bright side your blood doesn't taste like seawater. A step up, truly.