[ He spots Alucard quickly, lifting a hand in acknowledgement of his presence before approaching.
(He doesn't seem to have noticed him. He seems completely absorbed by his work. But there's something off about it, because every single Belmont instinct honed by training and generations and generations of encounters with monsters is screaming at him that he's being watched.)
He looks over Alucard's illustrated list of little dead things before he speaks, mostly to appreciate how ridiculous it is that he looks so out of place reading it. Here he is, a fucking vampire but also a student of the sciences, and he looks too bright and alive to be dealing with these bones and preserved organs and stuffed bodies of night creatures. ]
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(He doesn't seem to have noticed him. He seems completely absorbed by his work. But there's something off about it, because every single Belmont instinct honed by training and generations and generations of encounters with monsters is screaming at him that he's being watched.)
He looks over Alucard's illustrated list of little dead things before he speaks, mostly to appreciate how ridiculous it is that he looks so out of place reading it. Here he is, a fucking vampire but also a student of the sciences, and he looks too bright and alive to be dealing with these bones and preserved organs and stuffed bodies of night creatures. ]
You had silver?