[This is ridiculous. Alucard is being made out with in his own garage, pressed against the wall, covered in motor oil and still with his sodding goggles on. There's an entire wall behind him, and he's the most stupid, sweaty, desperate idiot here.
Alucard can only let out a low, throaty laugh as Trevor backs them both up. As teeth try to remove his entire shirt, it's all he can do beside that and cling.]
You're going to have to let go of something at some point.
[His breath is heavy. This feels like the only point he'll have to catch his breath.]
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Alucard can only let out a low, throaty laugh as Trevor backs them both up. As teeth try to remove his entire shirt, it's all he can do beside that and cling.]
You're going to have to let go of something at some point.
[His breath is heavy. This feels like the only point he'll have to catch his breath.]