[ alucard slept most of the day, really. no harm done. but once the party started--no, the fireworks--he woke up, courtesy of baskerville panicking and barking and running in circles. soothing him hadn't exactly worked, and it's not like he can soundproof the entire apartment, so he does the next best thing.
a companion might help, is what he thinks, and when anderson opens his bedroom door alucard is, well, not in a human form, that's for sure. instead there's a very large black hellhound curled up on the bed, red eyes blinking to adjust to the light, and baskerville is burrowed against him, still whimpering with each pop of sound but at least not barking or pacing. ]
He's afraid of fireworks.
[ it's a low rumble, and the dog's mouth doesn't move--the voice is just there, existing, and six red eyes focus on anderson, unblinking now that he's settled on him. ]
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a companion might help, is what he thinks, and when anderson opens his bedroom door alucard is, well, not in a human form, that's for sure. instead there's a very large black hellhound curled up on the bed, red eyes blinking to adjust to the light, and baskerville is burrowed against him, still whimpering with each pop of sound but at least not barking or pacing. ]
He's afraid of fireworks.
[ it's a low rumble, and the dog's mouth doesn't move--the voice is just there, existing, and six red eyes focus on anderson, unblinking now that he's settled on him. ]
Nothing is working.