Shit. [Alucard breathes out, and floats down to his knees.] I'm sorry.
[Slender fingers disturb the furs, moving the trowel until it is gently wedged between fur, floor, and thorns. It's an elaborate and bullshit excuse for him to move everything, and...the trowel finds purchase in the dirt.
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[Slender fingers disturb the furs, moving the trowel until it is gently wedged between fur, floor, and thorns. It's an elaborate and bullshit excuse for him to move everything, and...the trowel finds purchase in the dirt.
He keeps the area discreet. Small. Careful.]