[ honestly, he would rather have been shoved into the cassock with all the bayonets. much better, in his aboslutely valid opinion.
that said, barring another outside force, alucard knows an trusts it won't happen again. that it did at all was a fluke. a horrible, humiliating fluke, but a fluke nonetheless.
he likes the way anderson leans into his hand but he doesn't touch him more just yet; he just sits back, hand dropping to baskerville's head to pet him as he considers the question.
it doesn't take him long to decide. ]
Both.
[ his voice is low, and perhaps surprisingly, almost fond. it might seem like a cruel answer in its own way, but it's not as though he'd have been offered the choice if he couldn't take it. ]
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that said, barring another outside force, alucard knows an trusts it won't happen again. that it did at all was a fluke. a horrible, humiliating fluke, but a fluke nonetheless.
he likes the way anderson leans into his hand but he doesn't touch him more just yet; he just sits back, hand dropping to baskerville's head to pet him as he considers the question.
it doesn't take him long to decide. ]
Both.
[ his voice is low, and perhaps surprisingly, almost fond. it might seem like a cruel answer in its own way, but it's not as though he'd have been offered the choice if he couldn't take it. ]