[ It's 1pm on a Sunday, and that means it's Sypha's Radio Time. Which means Trevor's low grumbling about Alucard's handwriting over the last few days is unacceptable. He's been banished.
So while the blankets coiled around Alucard are just blankets, the weight next to him is a human. He had been meaning to continue reading Alucard's notes but it ended up being a little more overlap between work and home than he's able to manage. So those have been left on a chair and instead there's the soft clicking of the knitting needles.
Another Carmillatato. He gets the feeling they'll need it before long.
When Alucard makes noise, he sets the knitting down and strokes a hand over his hair (not through it, it's very braided right now. Sypha's been busy). ]
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So while the blankets coiled around Alucard are just blankets, the weight next to him is a human. He had been meaning to continue reading Alucard's notes but it ended up being a little more overlap between work and home than he's able to manage. So those have been left on a chair and instead there's the soft clicking of the knitting needles.
Another Carmillatato. He gets the feeling they'll need it before long.
When Alucard makes noise, he sets the knitting down and strokes a hand over his hair (not through it, it's very braided right now. Sypha's been busy). ]
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