[ It's a genuine question, not an attempt at calling Alucard out for eating what has the best ration of nutrients to ease to come by. Even if maybe the topic of eating is also not a good one, considering recent events. ]
I don't think I've ever known anyone's favourite food. Is that yours? The leather meat?
[Alucard takes a sip of the awful tea. His face curdles, and so that? That means he chugs the rest down in one fell swoop. God. It isn't going to work, why did he just do that?
His face contorts. Easier to focus on Trevor's question.]
I don't think I have a favorite anymore. I don't have the luxury of enjoying meals.
Oh. Not leather-meat. And probably not old blood tea.
[ Well. Now he knows two foods that AREN'T Alucard's favourite. That's a start! Not a GOOD start to his attempts to know things about people, but a start. ]
...do you think she has a favourite?
[ Not that he's going back and forth about whether he has a crush on Sypha or hates her or anything. ]
Least I can do. You're- you know. Like this because you're helping me.
[ He looks back at his book. In truth? He's kind of glad to not be reading it anymore. Maybe he should put it back. Books, it turns out, are Upsetting. ]
[ He doesn't know what to do when the humans are asleep. Until now he's been reading, Sypha gets frustrated that he knows so little about humanity when he's trying to make decisions for them. But he doesn't like reading. It was nice at first, but then the books kept being about upsetting things.
He tries, for a while, but then he finds himself putting the book back and hovering over the humans instead. Sypha hates it when he does that. She doesn't like the idea of a vampire watching her sleep.
But if he didn't watch, he wouldn't notice things. Notice how still Alucard is, compared to Sypha. Notice when that stillness is broken by tiny shivers, so small that he wouldn't have picked up on them before his senses were sharpened by the blood.
He knows enough to be aware that it's improper to curl up against a person while they're asleep when he's human-shaped. But dog shaped? That seems normal. A moment's consideration and he's a wolf with dark, shaggy fur, trying to find room to curl up on the Sofa next to Alucard, burying his way between his arms. ]
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[ It's a genuine question, not an attempt at calling Alucard out for eating what has the best ration of nutrients to ease to come by. Even if maybe the topic of eating is also not a good one, considering recent events. ]
I don't think I've ever known anyone's favourite food. Is that yours? The leather meat?
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[Alucard takes a sip of the awful tea. His face curdles, and so that? That means he chugs the rest down in one fell swoop. God. It isn't going to work, why did he just do that?
His face contorts. Easier to focus on Trevor's question.]
I don't think I have a favorite anymore. I don't have the luxury of enjoying meals.
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[ Well. Now he knows two foods that AREN'T Alucard's favourite. That's a start! Not a GOOD start to his attempts to know things about people, but a start. ]
...do you think she has a favourite?
[ Not that he's going back and forth about whether he has a crush on Sypha or hates her or anything. ]
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[Alucard stops, then looks down at his lap. Trevor's coat is still there and....]
Sorry, did you want your coat back? I realize you probably don't feel the chill as badly as we do, but...
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[ He doesn't exactly need it back, but it feels odd not to be wearing it. ]
I didn't know what you needed. For the blood. I get warmer if I take blood, so I thought that you might be colder.
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[Alucard won't allow fires here, for obvious reasons. This'll do.]
Thank you.
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[ He looks back at his book. In truth? He's kind of glad to not be reading it anymore. Maybe he should put it back. Books, it turns out, are Upsetting. ]
You want me to let you sleep?
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[Alucard sighs, then settles back down onto the sofa. He really ought to sleep, huh?]
I think it would be wise. Wake me if something happens between now and morning.
[With that? He settles back onto the sofa properly, face mushed into the cushiosn and darkness around him. Alucard is so quiet, so still, and....
...asleep.]
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He tries, for a while, but then he finds himself putting the book back and hovering over the humans instead. Sypha hates it when he does that. She doesn't like the idea of a vampire watching her sleep.
But if he didn't watch, he wouldn't notice things. Notice how still Alucard is, compared to Sypha. Notice when that stillness is broken by tiny shivers, so small that he wouldn't have picked up on them before his senses were sharpened by the blood.
He knows enough to be aware that it's improper to curl up against a person while they're asleep when he's human-shaped. But dog shaped? That seems normal. A moment's consideration and he's a wolf with dark, shaggy fur, trying to find room to curl up on the Sofa next to Alucard, burying his way between his arms. ]