[At least that gets a laugh. It's weak and tired but it's there all the same. It also means Alucard has to get off the bed to replace his own sword where it ought to be (under the bed and hidden under a glamor so no assassin tries anything). The robe is returned to it's place in the closet, and while in there, he takes out Trevor's spare set of bed clothes. He's learned to keep them there for nights like this.
He places them beside Trevor without a word. Then he gets into bed properly, bundling himself up in the furs until all that can be seen is his head and his hair. It's a ridiculous thing, but it's how he sleeps during the coldest months.
There's a lull in watching Trevor get ready for bed. Alucard doesn't know why. The routine of it, perhaps.]
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He places them beside Trevor without a word. Then he gets into bed properly, bundling himself up in the furs until all that can be seen is his head and his hair. It's a ridiculous thing, but it's how he sleeps during the coldest months.
There's a lull in watching Trevor get ready for bed. Alucard doesn't know why. The routine of it, perhaps.]