[ Work is easy, okay? Work is good. Work is something other than what seems like the entire contents of a forest headbutting the castle.
He yelps at that one, followed by a quiet string of curses. ]
Fuck. [ He curls his fingers in Alucard's fur, trying to calm down. ]
How are you holding up? I know the storm's probably nothing for you, but-
[ This is where the work begins. The storm is terrible, but the worst of it is going to be in the aftermath, putting the pieces back together and stopping anyone else from putting them back together in the wrong way. ]
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He yelps at that one, followed by a quiet string of curses. ]
Fuck. [ He curls his fingers in Alucard's fur, trying to calm down. ]
How are you holding up? I know the storm's probably nothing for you, but-
[ This is where the work begins. The storm is terrible, but the worst of it is going to be in the aftermath, putting the pieces back together and stopping anyone else from putting them back together in the wrong way. ]