[ His shoulders sink again with adoration as he makes his way over to Alucard, lifting the little carefully wrapped package of bat. ]
Bold of you to trust me not to roll over in my sleep.
[ He returns to his side of the bed and climbs into it, laying Alucard down on his chest. Sypha stirs in her sleep, reaching for him, and he moves her always-too-warm hand so it’s resting over the tiny husband. ]
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Bold of you to trust me not to roll over in my sleep.
[ He returns to his side of the bed and climbs into it, laying Alucard down on his chest. Sypha stirs in her sleep, reaching for him, and he moves her always-too-warm hand so it’s resting over the tiny husband. ]
Better?