[Not now with bullshit titles. There's a deep and low grumble as Alucard lifts his head up. It's been mushed into Trevor's side/hip, and when he looks up it's clear that he could benefit from a few more days of sleeping like this. The bags under his eyes make him look like a raccoon.
Alucard doesn't even try to sit up. He just shifts so that he has an arm slung all around Trevor's waist.]
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[Not now with bullshit titles. There's a deep and low grumble as Alucard lifts his head up. It's been mushed into Trevor's side/hip, and when he looks up it's clear that he could benefit from a few more days of sleeping like this. The bags under his eyes make him look like a raccoon.
Alucard doesn't even try to sit up. He just shifts so that he has an arm slung all around Trevor's waist.]
Time?