[ he does appreciate being fed so dutifully. it's--intimate in its own way, even if anderson is using a knife now and not letting him bite (which reminds him of integra, because of course it does). ]
Mm. You have a good point. I suppose I should work on it.
[ with a sigh, he sets his mouth to the wound again, urging out as much blood as he can get before the skin closes up again. his lips brush in another casual affection, even if he is a bit hilariously pressed about being made fun of. ]
You know I'm always ready to spar on the beach, man or monster.
[ he looks at him, running his tongue over his teeth, and smiles sharply. ]
[If Anderson knew he was thinking of Integra while feeding off him, it sure would sting. As it is, he drops his arm away once Alucard has finished, stifling any reaction to that brush of lips.
To Alucard's sharp smile, he offers one of his own.]
None of those bells or whistles of yours. Just your fists and that sword. I'm curious to see how you'll do.
[He resumes washing Alucard, making quick work of the rest of him, scrubbing his legs and stomach and hands, taking care to reach every inch. The banana scented soap is doing its work: he smells much better.]
Though you do have a hard punch. That, I'm well aware of. Last time we fought with fists, I haemorrhaged internally and spat blood for the following thirty minutes.
[ not like that!!! it's just--an interesting, and confusing, change, to go back to the carefully less intimate means that integra used to use, instead of letting alucard just mouth at him hungrily.
the thought of a fight is exciting though, and cants his head to look at him properly, eyes just as sharp as his smile. ]
We'll do that, then. I assure you, I'll hold my own.
[ he barks a laugh at that last comment, shaking his head. ]
I put a lot of power into those punches, you know.
[ he puts a lot of power into everything he does. once he's all clean he does feel much better, even if he does smell like bananas now. it's not a bad scent, just, you know, fruity. he rinses off, considering just--lingering in the tub, flopping down against anderson, but some tiny part of his brain tells him no, and instead of going through with it, he listens.
the water is cooling down and he's pleasantly room-temperature at least, and eventually, eventually, he starts to claw his way out of the tub. mostly because he wants a nap. ]
I know very well how much power you put behind them.
[And Anderson's gives back just as hard. He probably lost a few souls through that fight alone.
The scent of bananas is strong enough that it lingers on both of them when they vacate the tub. Alucard more so than him, obviously. He hands Alucard a towel before he grabs one for himself, making a thorough job of drying since he doesn't much enjoy walking around while damp.]
Oh damn- I forgot clothes.
[Ugh, he hates walking out of the bathroom naked, but he'll just have to endure it since the alternative is putting on underwear he's already worn (he's a little unnecessarily finicky about these things, at times). Alucard would probably appreciate some sweats to lounge in, anyway; compelling forth clothes might take energy he simply doesn't have.
He ties the towel around his waist, stepping out to first retrieve underwear from his room, then grab some sweatpants and a shirt to toss in Alucard's general direction- which is to say, they land directly on Alucard's face.]
Are you going to lie down, or have you done enough lying down recently? I can bring some bags to your room, if need be. Just try to aim for the bin I've put in there when you're finished with them.
[ alucard takes a while to dry off. it's an effort he doesn't really feel like putting forth, but if he stays wet he's just going to get everything damp and gross and cold.
he does watch anderson trail out of the bathroom though, and he's in the hall in a towel when the clothes get thrown at him. he scowls but doesn't complain, dragging the fabric down and changing into them quickly. for a guy as exhibitionistic as him, he likes being covered up--doubly so now, with the ugly scar in his chest.
at the question he sighs, shrugging and scrubbing at his hair with the towel just in case. ]
You'd think being dead would be restful, but I'm exhausted. I'll probably try to sleep some. That--would help, thanks.
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Mm. You have a good point. I suppose I should work on it.
[ with a sigh, he sets his mouth to the wound again, urging out as much blood as he can get before the skin closes up again. his lips brush in another casual affection, even if he is a bit hilariously pressed about being made fun of. ]
You know I'm always ready to spar on the beach, man or monster.
[ he looks at him, running his tongue over his teeth, and smiles sharply. ]
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To Alucard's sharp smile, he offers one of his own.]
None of those bells or whistles of yours. Just your fists and that sword. I'm curious to see how you'll do.
[He resumes washing Alucard, making quick work of the rest of him, scrubbing his legs and stomach and hands, taking care to reach every inch. The banana scented soap is doing its work: he smells much better.]
Though you do have a hard punch. That, I'm well aware of. Last time we fought with fists, I haemorrhaged internally and spat blood for the following thirty minutes.
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the thought of a fight is exciting though, and cants his head to look at him properly, eyes just as sharp as his smile. ]
We'll do that, then. I assure you, I'll hold my own.
[ he barks a laugh at that last comment, shaking his head. ]
I put a lot of power into those punches, you know.
[ he puts a lot of power into everything he does. once he's all clean he does feel much better, even if he does smell like bananas now. it's not a bad scent, just, you know, fruity. he rinses off, considering just--lingering in the tub, flopping down against anderson, but some tiny part of his brain tells him no, and instead of going through with it, he listens.
the water is cooling down and he's pleasantly room-temperature at least, and eventually, eventually, he starts to claw his way out of the tub. mostly because he wants a nap. ]
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[And Anderson's gives back just as hard. He probably lost a few souls through that fight alone.
The scent of bananas is strong enough that it lingers on both of them when they vacate the tub. Alucard more so than him, obviously. He hands Alucard a towel before he grabs one for himself, making a thorough job of drying since he doesn't much enjoy walking around while damp.]
Oh damn- I forgot clothes.
[Ugh, he hates walking out of the bathroom naked, but he'll just have to endure it since the alternative is putting on underwear he's already worn (he's a little unnecessarily finicky about these things, at times). Alucard would probably appreciate some sweats to lounge in, anyway; compelling forth clothes might take energy he simply doesn't have.
He ties the towel around his waist, stepping out to first retrieve underwear from his room, then grab some sweatpants and a shirt to toss in Alucard's general direction- which is to say, they land directly on Alucard's face.]
Are you going to lie down, or have you done enough lying down recently? I can bring some bags to your room, if need be. Just try to aim for the bin I've put in there when you're finished with them.
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he does watch anderson trail out of the bathroom though, and he's in the hall in a towel when the clothes get thrown at him. he scowls but doesn't complain, dragging the fabric down and changing into them quickly. for a guy as exhibitionistic as him, he likes being covered up--doubly so now, with the ugly scar in his chest.
at the question he sighs, shrugging and scrubbing at his hair with the towel just in case. ]
You'd think being dead would be restful, but I'm exhausted. I'll probably try to sleep some. That--would help, thanks.
[ he'll aim for the bin, but no promises. ]