[He's sleeping in here and you can't stop him, Belmont. Alucard's already halfway there, face half mushed into one of the pillows, the rest of it pressed against the sofa itself. Never mind the lack of anything else. (He's taken his shoes off, at least.)
There's another mutter, this one almost impossible to make sense of. Alucard's not about to try and explain himself either.]
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[He's sleeping in here and you can't stop him, Belmont. Alucard's already halfway there, face half mushed into one of the pillows, the rest of it pressed against the sofa itself. Never mind the lack of anything else. (He's taken his shoes off, at least.)
There's another mutter, this one almost impossible to make sense of. Alucard's not about to try and explain himself either.]