[Alucard busies himself with straightening the kitchen counters up. It seems things have been moved that he doesn't recall moving, and so things are scooted back into place. It is easy to ignore Hector and his shenanigans and--
--ah. He's back.]
You figured it out though. [He doesn't tut, or let out the inner sounds of judgement.]
no subject
--ah. He's back.]
You figured it out though. [He doesn't tut, or let out the inner sounds of judgement.]
May I please turn around?