[Relinquishing his hold on Spyha means that Alucard's hands are free to go wherever they'd like now. One hand settles for simply resting on Trevor's arm, the other goes to Sypha's hair to try and smooth down a few flyaways that are nearly lifting off into orbit.
Overwhelming feels like the word of the day when she finally says it. This really is too much, the sheer silliness of the set up, their various states of undress (Trevor still has his shirt on, Sypha's practically fully clothed, the vampire's the one with an open shirt and no trousers), the sense of joyfulness in how they've simply traded around their roles and are now at the point where it doesn't matter anyway.
His smile is soft, his laugh warm and languid, and the vampire kisses Sypha's forehead as well.]
You are as well.
[Standing is also really trying right now, and the hand resting on Trevor's arm squeezes gently.]
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Overwhelming feels like the word of the day when she finally says it. This really is too much, the sheer silliness of the set up, their various states of undress (Trevor still has his shirt on, Sypha's practically fully clothed, the vampire's the one with an open shirt and no trousers), the sense of joyfulness in how they've simply traded around their roles and are now at the point where it doesn't matter anyway.
His smile is soft, his laugh warm and languid, and the vampire kisses Sypha's forehead as well.]
You are as well.
[Standing is also really trying right now, and the hand resting on Trevor's arm squeezes gently.]
Let's take advantage of that rug. Please?