[The sounds are horrible. Alucard has to fold his hands over his chest and let his terrible claws dig into his own arms, rather than the furniture. He knows why he's been chided for doing so in the past (and that desk blotter hides so many sins it seems), so this is what it has to be. Whatever blood gets drawn, however it hurts, it is nothing compared to Trevor at the moment.
He looks away from the mirror out of politeness though. Medical proceedures need that if they're self administered, there's nothing worse than a pair of eyes watching your every move as you heal yourself.
When Trevor swears, Alucard looks back. There's an immediate upswell of anger at the state of Trevor, all sweat and blood, and this still isn't the worst of it.
Fuck indeed.]
Are you going to be able to get home?
[He has zero compulsions about getting into the car right now. It's only because Trevor might tell him not to that Alucard isn't on his way as is.]
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He looks away from the mirror out of politeness though. Medical proceedures need that if they're self administered, there's nothing worse than a pair of eyes watching your every move as you heal yourself.
When Trevor swears, Alucard looks back. There's an immediate upswell of anger at the state of Trevor, all sweat and blood, and this still isn't the worst of it.
Fuck indeed.]
Are you going to be able to get home?
[He has zero compulsions about getting into the car right now. It's only because Trevor might tell him not to that Alucard isn't on his way as is.]