[ The blanket is still wrapped around Alucard, meaning that the thrashing about is padded slightly and doesn't wake Sypha. Trevor stirs, though, at the feeling of something crawling across his chest. Fucking rats, probably, not realising that he's not dead enough to eat yet.
Except that he's in a bed rather than a gutter, and the tiny thing moving about on his chest is- ]
Mmph. [ He lifts Sypha's hand up off Alucard, his first thought that they might have put too much pressure on him by mistake. Maybe that he's too warm. It's dark and his eyes are going to take a while to adjust to that so he looks in the vague direction of where Alucard should be. ] Something wrong?
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Except that he's in a bed rather than a gutter, and the tiny thing moving about on his chest is- ]
Mmph. [ He lifts Sypha's hand up off Alucard, his first thought that they might have put too much pressure on him by mistake. Maybe that he's too warm. It's dark and his eyes are going to take a while to adjust to that so he looks in the vague direction of where Alucard should be. ] Something wrong?