[ is that innuendo? probably, though he's been polite about being told no by his almost-literal boyfriend, so who knows. that said, he listens, letting out a hum of excitement. an explosion, how fun--
--and the mention of rip makes him bark out a nasty, uncharitable laugh. ]
She's still dead. When she wakes up again, I'll have a talk with her, provided the lesson stuck.
[ it was, uh, a really disgusting lesson, alucard. ]
[An inconvenient time for Rip to be dead, really, but what can you do. Sometimes you just gotta kill your own fledgling.]
Having heard some of it- [Because he was listening, like a creepy snuff voyeur.] I think we can safely say the lesson will have stuck. Have you ever taken the time to listen to yourself while you kill, by the way? Because some of the sounds you make are obscene.
[They might have inexplicably stirred something in him, but he's not going to talk about that, thank you.]
But Rip aside, who would you suggest we invite? And try to be reasonable.
I don't generally listen to myself when I kill, no, I'm too...invested in the moment at hand, literally and figuratively. I can only assume going back to listen would be a little over the top.
[ wry. ]
How long did you listen? I wonder if it was as good for you as it was for me.
[ okay, uh, anyway-- ]
Diva, maybe. She's a little wild, but she's strong and hates LIEs.
Well, it'd be hypocritical of me to criticise your focus.
[Anderson himself only vaguely registers the sounds he makes during battle. His range of hissing sounds is unfathomable, even to himself.
Surprisingly, he manages to catch that innuendo (thank you, Duplicity, for introducing him to the basics), and he purses his lips. What do you even say to that?]
It-
[A pause.]
I wasn't keeping track of the time.
[But, yes, ANYWAY.]
Strange girl, that one. But very... candid, I'll say. As long as you trust her to aid our efforts rather than hinder them, then I'm- [A sigh.] Four vampires. I'm open to her participation.
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[ is that innuendo? probably, though he's been polite about being told no by his almost-literal boyfriend, so who knows. that said, he listens, letting out a hum of excitement. an explosion, how fun--
--and the mention of rip makes him bark out a nasty, uncharitable laugh. ]
She's still dead. When she wakes up again, I'll have a talk with her, provided the lesson stuck.
[ it was, uh, a really disgusting lesson, alucard. ]
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Having heard some of it- [Because he was listening, like a creepy snuff voyeur.] I think we can safely say the lesson will have stuck. Have you ever taken the time to listen to yourself while you kill, by the way? Because some of the sounds you make are obscene.
[They might have inexplicably stirred something in him, but he's not going to talk about that, thank you.]
But Rip aside, who would you suggest we invite? And try to be reasonable.
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[ wry. ]
How long did you listen? I wonder if it was as good for you as it was for me.
[ okay, uh, anyway-- ]
Diva, maybe. She's a little wild, but she's strong and hates LIEs.
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[Anderson himself only vaguely registers the sounds he makes during battle. His range of hissing sounds is unfathomable, even to himself.
Surprisingly, he manages to catch that innuendo (thank you, Duplicity, for introducing him to the basics), and he purses his lips. What do you even say to that?]
It-
[A pause.]
I wasn't keeping track of the time.
[But, yes, ANYWAY.]
Strange girl, that one. But very... candid, I'll say. As long as you trust her to aid our efforts rather than hinder them, then I'm- [A sigh.] Four vampires. I'm open to her participation.