Means we could turn the volume down. If we really wanted.
[In fairness, they are extremely over the drop and theatrical and it's probably to Alucard's detriment to be taken seriously that he's inherited the drama too. Which means that organ is never, ever getting turned down from the eleven that it's at.]
I think that should be enough time to make up for a week's worth of not eating.
[And it will be just enough extra time to brace for what is certain to be a new and unfun entry in the Who's the Ţepeş family member? debate. Among the many others. Alucard knows that this conversation has helped, mostly because it has been so level headed. Then again, had it really addressed the deeper parts of that horrible night? Not in any particular detail, beyond the bishop.
Those words see Alucard's departure, down to the kitchen. There's no particular thought process about what he wants to put in his stomach, he just goes along the shelves and picks whatever catches his eye. Some of this cheese, some of that smoked venison shank, more of that rye bread, and so on until there's a small market around him. There's probably a part of him that needs to drink as well, but that's less dire. He's gone for longer without.
There's an extra hour before the interrogation, as it turns out. Mostly because someone seems to have taken the drama jokes seriously for a short while. The only thing Alucard tries to manage is to ensure that there's some kind of physical barrier between himself and his father, just to ensure that any movements are slowed for just a second. It doesn't occur to him that even just having a coffee table between three triangulated armchairs is going to contribute to the drama instead.]
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[In fairness, they are extremely over the drop and theatrical and it's probably to Alucard's detriment to be taken seriously that he's inherited the drama too. Which means that organ is never, ever getting turned down from the eleven that it's at.]
I think that should be enough time to make up for a week's worth of not eating.
[And it will be just enough extra time to brace for what is certain to be a new and unfun entry in the Who's the Ţepeş family member? debate. Among the many others. Alucard knows that this conversation has helped, mostly because it has been so level headed. Then again, had it really addressed the deeper parts of that horrible night? Not in any particular detail, beyond the bishop.
Those words see Alucard's departure, down to the kitchen. There's no particular thought process about what he wants to put in his stomach, he just goes along the shelves and picks whatever catches his eye. Some of this cheese, some of that smoked venison shank, more of that rye bread, and so on until there's a small market around him. There's probably a part of him that needs to drink as well, but that's less dire. He's gone for longer without.
There's an extra hour before the interrogation, as it turns out. Mostly because someone seems to have taken the drama jokes seriously for a short while. The only thing Alucard tries to manage is to ensure that there's some kind of physical barrier between himself and his father, just to ensure that any movements are slowed for just a second. It doesn't occur to him that even just having a coffee table between three triangulated armchairs is going to contribute to the drama instead.]