Oh, yes, he was absolutely zozzled, no doubt of that.
[At least she's not out to actively inhibit him; she shuffles along when he shuffles too, intent only on making his job tricky as opposed to outright impossible.]
But still very nice! And charming. He said if I ever got tired of going with you to please consider him first in line to be my next beau. But I wouldn't be too worried, because I heard him say that to three other guests besides me, too.
Anyone talking about demons in cars will always be that far gone.
[There's nothing left to do but let the peculator do it's thing. So in the mean time, Alucard backs up just enough so he can turn around in Sypha's arms, and moves them back over to the counter. Slowly.]
You didn't get a name, did you?
[Hm. Sypha's not at a good height right now for kissing properly, and too much time last night was spent focused on Trevor.
(Not too much time at all. There's a luxury in just watching the two, some evenings.)]
Hmm! No flames. Now I have to admit I am a little disappointed.
[Only about the lack of follow-through, though. She's not in the least bit disappointed with this turn of events, in part because she's well aware that getting put on the counter is a sign that kisses are going to be forthcoming, and in part because so often Alucard is picky about his kitchen countertops and the things that are put on them.
Fortunately, with her weight now supported by something other than her legs, she's free to hook them loosely around Alucard's waist, mostly to trap him in place.]
I'll bet you anything it's just some two bit human mage thinking he's clever and trying to worm his way into higher circles.
[This part of the countertop is perfectly safe, and it means that when Alucard grins up at Sypha, he's....actually looking up. Counters in the house did err towards the taller end of the spectrum, given his father's height.]
Oh, do you think so? Well, that's not nearly so much fun. I want to talk to the creatures of the night, the real ones; they have much different perspectives on magic.
The ones who aren't worth your time will always carry themselves in the same way. Overly assertive, demanding respect without ever truly having earned it. You learn to pick out the demeanor over time.
[Speaking of perspective. This is a nice one.]
Mm, much better. You have a terrible habit of making me terrified to turn the gas on, in case I elbow you in the face.
Do you remember when I broke Trevor's wrist? Now stretch that guilt out for six weeks.
[Alucard, if nothing else, knows how he will react in certain situations.]
Hmmm. [There's a quite consideration as Alucard rests his hands on the top of Sypha's thighs. His bathrobe sleeves cover said hands, and perhaps it looks a little silly. From where he stands, he can press a very soft kiss to Sypha's chest.]
Self assured without being overbearing. Someone who knows her skills, will talk of them happily, and is open to new theories. Just enough arrogance because you know you stand taller than your peers.
[If the coffee decides to be done now, at this precise moment, she is going to break the entire coffeepot into pieces. Fortunately, it has the good sense to carry on a little longer, which frees her to pull her shoulders back just slightly, arching her spine a touch in an almost-but-not-quite lean into the touch of his mouth.]
What a way to describe someone. It almost sounds as though you are in love with her.
[The water has to boil first, and then the coffee must simmer for a full seven minutes. There is time enough for indulgence, and Alucard kisses the same spot again.]
[She says, as she picks up a hand and strokes it through his hair, raking the strands back and around to where her hand settles at the nape of his neck and holds there.]
[Which means he nudges Sypha so very gently with his nose, and looks up at her with a grin that's both terribly fond and the tiniest bit cocksure, because he actually is aware of the answer.]
[The best part of this angle is that if Alucard wants to kiss Sypha on the lips, he has to stand on tip toes. Which he does without question, because there are mornings where this doesn't happen. Grumpier ones, or ones that involve someone's hangover, or mornings where there's too much to do.
Sure, he's absolutely going to taste like last night's entire buffet (so much blood sausage), but that's the risk with morning kisses.]
[Like it's going to stop her from reaching for another kiss while he's close at hand, though, because the standing on tiptoes is actually very charming a look on Alucard, and she in turn likes the experience of leaning down to reward him with them.]
Hmm. I suppose poor Muffy will have to go on being disappointed. I'm not nearly tired of going with you yet.
[Terrible protest. But true, there's no point in doing that before coffee. Speaking of, the water has hit a boil, and he nudges Sypha gently to request that she let go for now.]
I intend to make that true for a lifetime. But I suppose that means I must give other things as well.
[There's a very thoughtful hum.]
I've been thinking about the other space in the garage, you know.
[She SUPPOSES she can be generous, just this once, and at length releases him from her trap. She stays on the counter, though, because it's a fun vantage point for watching him. Sometimes she likes being tall.]
[Once at the stove, Alucard turns the burner down to a simmering heat, and he knows the timing by heart now. The rest is easy. To the fridge first, for bacon, potatoes, and other leftovers. He's sick of eggs, so for today, it's hash.]
If I got you two a car to experiment with, would you leave mine alone?
[Was there a second half to that question? Probably. Did Sypha hear it? Verdict is still out. There are, after all, much more pressing things to be concerned with and all of them are their own car.]
Oh no, we'll buy you this thing and teach you on it too. This is absolutely about keeping my car pristine.
[And about doing something nice, but he's terribly worried about that car. It is less about the expense and more about the sentiment, as it was a precious last thing that he and his father considered before everything went to hell.]
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[At least she's not out to actively inhibit him; she shuffles along when he shuffles too, intent only on making his job tricky as opposed to outright impossible.]
But still very nice! And charming. He said if I ever got tired of going with you to please consider him first in line to be my next beau. But I wouldn't be too worried, because I heard him say that to three other guests besides me, too.
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[There's nothing left to do but let the peculator do it's thing. So in the mean time, Alucard backs up just enough so he can turn around in Sypha's arms, and moves them back over to the counter. Slowly.]
You didn't get a name, did you?
[Hm. Sypha's not at a good height right now for kissing properly, and too much time last night was spent focused on Trevor.
(Not too much time at all. There's a luxury in just watching the two, some evenings.)]
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[The look on her face is a clear expression of what precisely she thinks about that. Fire. Really. Pfffft.]
He said I could call him Muffy for short, though!
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[Right. Time to just scoop Sypha up and plant her on the counter without any warning at all.]
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[Only about the lack of follow-through, though. She's not in the least bit disappointed with this turn of events, in part because she's well aware that getting put on the counter is a sign that kisses are going to be forthcoming, and in part because so often Alucard is picky about his kitchen countertops and the things that are put on them.
Fortunately, with her weight now supported by something other than her legs, she's free to hook them loosely around Alucard's waist, mostly to trap him in place.]
You're not going to menace him, are you?
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[This part of the countertop is perfectly safe, and it means that when Alucard grins up at Sypha, he's....actually looking up. Counters in the house did err towards the taller end of the spectrum, given his father's height.]
Of course not, that'd just be a waste of time.
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[She grins right back, delighted.]
Hello.
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[Speaking of perspective. This is a nice one.]
Mm, much better. You have a terrible habit of making me terrified to turn the gas on, in case I elbow you in the face.
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[So boastful, Miss Belnades.]
Mmmm, so what demeanor do I have, then? Is it the kind worthy of time?
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[Alucard, if nothing else, knows how he will react in certain situations.]
Hmmm. [There's a quite consideration as Alucard rests his hands on the top of Sypha's thighs. His bathrobe sleeves cover said hands, and perhaps it looks a little silly. From where he stands, he can press a very soft kiss to Sypha's chest.]
Self assured without being overbearing. Someone who knows her skills, will talk of them happily, and is open to new theories. Just enough arrogance because you know you stand taller than your peers.
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[If the coffee decides to be done now, at this precise moment, she is going to break the entire coffeepot into pieces. Fortunately, it has the good sense to carry on a little longer, which frees her to pull her shoulders back just slightly, arching her spine a touch in an almost-but-not-quite lean into the touch of his mouth.]
What a way to describe someone. It almost sounds as though you are in love with her.
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[The water has to boil first, and then the coffee must simmer for a full seven minutes. There is time enough for indulgence, and Alucard kisses the same spot again.]
And it has never been a secret.
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[She says, as she picks up a hand and strokes it through his hair, raking the strands back and around to where her hand settles at the nape of his neck and holds there.]
And does she love you, too?
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[Which means he nudges Sypha so very gently with his nose, and looks up at her with a grin that's both terribly fond and the tiniest bit cocksure, because he actually is aware of the answer.]
Does she?
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With abandon.
[And she grins right back, reaching with her unoccupied hand to flick the tip of his nose.]
Desperately. Madly. Recklessly. And with every breath.
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Sure, he's absolutely going to taste like last night's entire buffet (so much blood sausage), but that's the risk with morning kisses.]
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[Like it's going to stop her from reaching for another kiss while he's close at hand, though, because the standing on tiptoes is actually very charming a look on Alucard, and she in turn likes the experience of leaning down to reward him with them.]
Hmm. I suppose poor Muffy will have to go on being disappointed. I'm not nearly tired of going with you yet.
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[Terrible protest. But true, there's no point in doing that before coffee. Speaking of, the water has hit a boil, and he nudges Sypha gently to request that she let go for now.]
I intend to make that true for a lifetime. But I suppose that means I must give other things as well.
[There's a very thoughtful hum.]
I've been thinking about the other space in the garage, you know.
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[She SUPPOSES she can be generous, just this once, and at length releases him from her trap. She stays on the counter, though, because it's a fun vantage point for watching him. Sometimes she likes being tall.]
What about it?
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If I got you two a car to experiment with, would you leave mine alone?
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[Was there a second half to that question? Probably. Did Sypha hear it? Verdict is still out. There are, after all, much more pressing things to be concerned with and all of them are their own car.]
That I could drive? Whenever I wanted?
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[Because that's an honest fear. One punctuated, for some reason, by the sizzle of bacon being placed into a pan.]
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[She's actually kicking her feet a little, she's so excited by this.]
Are you sure this is really about preserving your car, and not just that you want to do something wonderful for us, as usual?
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[And about doing something nice, but he's terribly worried about that car. It is less about the expense and more about the sentiment, as it was a precious last thing that he and his father considered before everything went to hell.]
We could take care of the matter after breakfast.
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[Leave it to Alucard to make an entire plan and only then reveal it to the world.]
...You'll still let me sit in it, though, won't you? Even if it's just when you're in it, too?
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