[Alucard opens his mouth to protest that his handwriting isn't that bad, but...he pauses, then shakes his head. It has been that bad. He simply hasn't noticed it because of everything else.]
I can't even find the words to respond to that.
[He can manage a tired noise that might be a laugh otherwise. Sypha's hands are freed, and the tie is gone moments later.]
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I can't even find the words to respond to that.
[He can manage a tired noise that might be a laugh otherwise. Sypha's hands are freed, and the tie is gone moments later.]
Sorry.