[Anderson appears slightly chastened by that look, clearing his throat and glancing away before rising out of the water. He's hasty in grabbing a towel, much less interested in the experience of leaving warm water to stand in cool, winters air, particularly long after the sun has descended.]
Not one of my best thought out jokes, admittedly.
[Since it involved unveiling his plan and all.
Once he's dry, he's quick to pull on his pyjamas. Nice, thick winter ones with a cross on the front, because he is at that unfortunate level of Christian where he just puts crosses on everything. Case in point: those stupid gloves.
He pads his way for the bedroom, still scrubbing the water out of his hair. He won't stop until they reach the bedroom just to make sure he doesn't make his pillow damp.]
I'd like you to get into bed first.
[So he can slip in after him, into the position he wants, instead of awkwardly mentioning how he'd like them to share the bed (read: cuddle).]
[ he rolls his eyes, but otherwise refrains from being too put out by it. he dries off, and cheats a bit with his hair (being a mass that can suck liquids through your skin/hair/clothing is wild, y'all), making sure it's dry. he pulls on the same lounge pants and shirt as before, since he didn't get them dirty, then unplugs the tub before trailing off down the hall after anderson.
he pauses by the bed, blinking, then says: ]
Am I going to be the little spoon?
[ like, he's not going to complain, he likes being the little spoon, but this seems like a way to get him to be the little spoon without asking him to be the little spoon.
he climbs into bed as requested anyway, stretching a bit and flopping out thusly. the bed is at least big enough for them, thankfully, so he doesn't have to scrunch up in a corner of it. that said, he looks up at him once he's settled, and extends a hand expectantly. ]
[There's absolutely no comprehension on Anderson's face when Alucard asks his question. This guy hasn't exactly watched a lot of romcoms, or interacted with romance in any meaningful way in general.]
I'd think you more of a knife. Perhaps one of those ridged cheese spoons.
[Yeah, so. Clearly there's some communication error here.
When he slips under the covers after Alucard, he doesn't move to spoon Alucard, instead draping his arms around his middle and burying his face into Alucard's chest. A comforting place to be after spending an hour or so being stared at by every vaguely eye-shaped thing in his vicinity.]
[ ah. right. he hadn't thought of that part. but comparing him to a knife is charming, and somehow a compliment, even if the cheese spoon bit makes him huff a laugh.
he settles easily, and when anderson settles it's--nice. one of his arms drapes across anderson's back, while the fingers of his other hand slip through his hair slowly, repeating the gesture thoughtlessly. ]
No. But I still like it. So I'll show you spooning some other time.
[ he tips his head forward, nosing against the crown of his head, and closes his eyes with a sigh. it's comfortable, and easy. getting easier as time passes, too, and while at times he doesn't know what to do with that, for now he's--pleased. ]
Mm. Come here.
[ his hand moves so he can tip anderson's chin up so he can kiss him, pointed but slow. once he's satisfied he lets him go, so he can go back to burrowing if he wants. ]
[It is nice, and Alucard will hear that sentiment in the faint hum Anderson emits as Alucard's hands drift into his hair. It's always pleasant, having ones hair stroked.]
Spooning. Sounds like there's options. [Or you know, two... but there are a lot of spoon types and sizes out there and frankly two is just unimaginative.
He's quick to become drowsy once lying down, so the kiss he returns is a rather sloppy slide of his lips, and the tip of his nose bumps against Alucard's throat on his way back down to Alucard's chest. It's a little warmer after bathing in borderline-scorching water. He's retained enough of the heat for Anderson to find it comfortable.]
Mhmm.
[No desire to argue there. It doesn't take long: perhaps six or so minutes, then his breathing evens out and he's out.]
[ sorry, it is definitely only the two options. that doesn't mean he's not going to enforce practicing of spooning, once it happens, because that's just how he is.
it seems like anderson is halfway asleep already, so he just hums pleasantly and draws him a little closer. he doesn't say anything else, just lets his fingertips trace over his back, his spine, and also go back to toying with his hair. he left the door open a crack, just in case, and eventually, not long after anderson has fallen asleep, baskerville trots in to join them, hopping up onto the bed and curling up against their sides.
this is fine too.
sleeping like this isn't going to do alucard any good, since he's not in a coffin, but he doesn't mind it: he settles in for the long haul, closing his eyes and just trying to relax. the cuddling makes up for it, and eventually he dozes off anyway too. ]
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Not one of my best thought out jokes, admittedly.
[Since it involved unveiling his plan and all.
Once he's dry, he's quick to pull on his pyjamas. Nice, thick winter ones with a cross on the front, because he is at that unfortunate level of Christian where he just puts crosses on everything. Case in point: those stupid gloves.
He pads his way for the bedroom, still scrubbing the water out of his hair. He won't stop until they reach the bedroom just to make sure he doesn't make his pillow damp.]
I'd like you to get into bed first.
[So he can slip in after him, into the position he wants, instead of awkwardly mentioning how he'd like them to share the bed (read: cuddle).]
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he pauses by the bed, blinking, then says: ]
Am I going to be the little spoon?
[ like, he's not going to complain, he likes being the little spoon, but this seems like a way to get him to be the little spoon without asking him to be the little spoon.
he climbs into bed as requested anyway, stretching a bit and flopping out thusly. the bed is at least big enough for them, thankfully, so he doesn't have to scrunch up in a corner of it. that said, he looks up at him once he's settled, and extends a hand expectantly. ]
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I'd think you more of a knife. Perhaps one of those ridged cheese spoons.
[Yeah, so. Clearly there's some communication error here.
When he slips under the covers after Alucard, he doesn't move to spoon Alucard, instead draping his arms around his middle and burying his face into Alucard's chest. A comforting place to be after spending an hour or so being stared at by every vaguely eye-shaped thing in his vicinity.]
Well, are you being the little spoon?
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he settles easily, and when anderson settles it's--nice. one of his arms drapes across anderson's back, while the fingers of his other hand slip through his hair slowly, repeating the gesture thoughtlessly. ]
No. But I still like it. So I'll show you spooning some other time.
[ he tips his head forward, nosing against the crown of his head, and closes his eyes with a sigh. it's comfortable, and easy. getting easier as time passes, too, and while at times he doesn't know what to do with that, for now he's--pleased. ]
Mm. Come here.
[ his hand moves so he can tip anderson's chin up so he can kiss him, pointed but slow. once he's satisfied he lets him go, so he can go back to burrowing if he wants. ]
Go to sleep.
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Spooning. Sounds like there's options. [Or you know, two... but there are a lot of spoon types and sizes out there and frankly two is just unimaginative.
He's quick to become drowsy once lying down, so the kiss he returns is a rather sloppy slide of his lips, and the tip of his nose bumps against Alucard's throat on his way back down to Alucard's chest. It's a little warmer after bathing in borderline-scorching water. He's retained enough of the heat for Anderson to find it comfortable.]
Mhmm.
[No desire to argue there. It doesn't take long: perhaps six or so minutes, then his breathing evens out and he's out.]
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[ sorry, it is definitely only the two options. that doesn't mean he's not going to enforce practicing of spooning, once it happens, because that's just how he is.
it seems like anderson is halfway asleep already, so he just hums pleasantly and draws him a little closer. he doesn't say anything else, just lets his fingertips trace over his back, his spine, and also go back to toying with his hair. he left the door open a crack, just in case, and eventually, not long after anderson has fallen asleep, baskerville trots in to join them, hopping up onto the bed and curling up against their sides.
this is fine too.
sleeping like this isn't going to do alucard any good, since he's not in a coffin, but he doesn't mind it: he settles in for the long haul, closing his eyes and just trying to relax. the cuddling makes up for it, and eventually he dozes off anyway too. ]