[Good. There's silence after that. Alucard can work with horrible and oppressive silence, because that lets him concentrate. His stitch work is slow, yes, but it's neat even though his mother never did properly instruct him on how to do this. He just remembers watching her, and the rest just...maybe it's some kind of knowledge he inherited.
Either way, he manages three quarters of the way through before the angle becomes too awful to deal with, and every time the vampire twists or turns or shifts to try and see what he's doing, there's a noise of pain and a soft swear. His fingers tremble every time he manages to get the needle in and--
--no. The son of a family of genocidal hunters don't get to help. He keeps twitsting and turning, pointedly ignoring Trevor's gaze.]
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Either way, he manages three quarters of the way through before the angle becomes too awful to deal with, and every time the vampire twists or turns or shifts to try and see what he's doing, there's a noise of pain and a soft swear. His fingers tremble every time he manages to get the needle in and--
--no. The son of a family of genocidal hunters don't get to help. He keeps twitsting and turning, pointedly ignoring Trevor's gaze.]