[ Cecil makes another little noise of discontent, this one muffled by the fabric of his clothing. She shakes her head against his shoulder a little, ruefully. She would be very grateful to know he hadn’t offered any affection out of consideration for her headache, but still-tipsy her had suggested cuddles and she has to admit, cuddling does sound rather nice right now. In spite of her earlier protests and the bright sunshine being harsh to her eyes, coming outside to be with Alucard is certainly worth it— as long as he’s not looking to reclaim his shoulder from her any time soon. The fresh air and smell of dewy grass is soothing, and Cecil has always been the sort for whom good company increases the value of a pleasant experience. ]

I cannot remember the last time I imbibed so much that I felt ill upon sobering. I am not much of a drinker, truthfully. You are probably right though.

[ She moves her body a little closer to Alucard on the grass, draping an arm across his back. She very carefully keeps her fingers out of his hair though, not wanting to really push her luck too much. He never declined the cuddling outright! Just the walking to the library part. But he also hasn’t rejected her closeness yet. ]

Do you always come lie with your face in the grass and dirt after a night of too much indulging? You could have become a bat and just flown to the library.