[ alucard doesn't mind that she's plain, or drab, or anything. he likes her however she is, and, well, if he understands the outside matching the inside, he doesn't comment on it.
instead he gives her space for the most part, works when he needs to, and comes home tonight to find her on the sofa with the dog--and he smiles, settling next to her and tipping his head back into the cushions. he looks tired, a little, but lifts a hand to pet the dog nonetheless. ]
How was your day?
[ it's weird, living with someone. no wonder he mostly keeps his apartment to himself. still: he doesn't dislike it. ]
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instead he gives her space for the most part, works when he needs to, and comes home tonight to find her on the sofa with the dog--and he smiles, settling next to her and tipping his head back into the cushions. he looks tired, a little, but lifts a hand to pet the dog nonetheless. ]
How was your day?
[ it's weird, living with someone. no wonder he mostly keeps his apartment to himself. still: he doesn't dislike it. ]