Who: Alucard + ??? When: The whole dang month Where: Here, there, out beyond city walls What: Various things Warnings: Violence, others to be added as needed
[ There's just a grumble of resentment from the huddled person-like form of armor and dirt before he raises his head and gropes for Alucard's hand. Which might not be as easy as he anticipates; the witcher is unnaturally dense, and heavy. No wonder he can take hits like he does. ]
[Geralt's a little bit weighter than Alucard expected, but what Alucard expected also includes not reacting to weight at all so he's incredibly biased. At any rate, Alucard bears the witcher easily, ignoring the additional warmth that suddenly sinks in.]
I am, yes.
[What are you supposed to even say after these kinds of fights???]
[ He is very warm, enjoy that. Great for winter nights, very annoying in summer afternoons. That mutant life, yo. He snorts again, clearing dirt from his sinuses, but he sounds like he might be saying 'good', even as he gracefully spits out more gross soily snot. ]
[The warm is damn nice and Alucard's not going to say anything else about it.
Alucard pauses, then reaches into the pocket of his trousers. There's a very small first aid kit in there, and he pulls out a bit of white cloth. Easy enough to offer it to the man in place of any other tissue.]
[ He decides not to mention that the last time he saw these things, they were in a group. A loose group, though, and having been herded in by the Wilders for training. So it could mean nothing! He doesn't hear anything creeping in on their location, though, so they should just bail now. ]
Thanks, [ he grunts, before ruining Alucard's handkerchief. Sexy.
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Just got dirt up my nose, is all.
[ Which he snorts and spits out. Hhurrk. ]
You in one piece?
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I am, yes.
[What are you supposed to even say after these kinds of fights???]
These things are solitary predators, yes?
[Nailed it.]
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Dunno. We should probably leave.
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[The warm is damn nice
and Alucard's not going to say anything else about it.Alucard pauses, then reaches into the pocket of his trousers. There's a very small first aid kit in there, and he pulls out a bit of white cloth. Easy enough to offer it to the man in place of any other tissue.]
Here. Easier to blow than let it get stuffed up.
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Thanks, [ he grunts, before ruining Alucard's handkerchief. Sexy.
And ... away they go! ]