[ 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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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. ]