[Alucard whispers the matter to no one in particular, and he picks his head up for a moment. It feels precarious, how quiet things are. He strains his ears, listening for an approach, but then returns to the thing below.
He uses the trowel's edge to brush of a little bit of dirt. Not a bone, not a bone, not a bone please...]
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[Alucard whispers the matter to no one in particular, and he picks his head up for a moment. It feels precarious, how quiet things are. He strains his ears, listening for an approach, but then returns to the thing below.
He uses the trowel's edge to brush of a little bit of dirt. Not a bone, not a bone, not a bone please...]