[ Laughter enters her expression, lightening some of the mood even further. When she had first crossed paths with Alucard all those months ago, the last thing she would have expected from him was a propensity for pettiness. He didn't seem the type to bother with pettiness. Fashion, sure but pettiness? Not that she's complaining; it only serves to endear him to her more than he already has.
The label on his history doesn't go unnoticed and as awful as it is to think, she's used to that to some degree. Unsurprisingly, none of her friends had the healthiest coping mechanisms. War aside, everyone had lived through something. Well, most people; she didn't exactly count herself among that. But before she can gently chide him for being dismissive of his trauma the f-bomb is dropped.
At first her brain doesn't process the word. There's a little giggle, the kind that usually precedes an, 'Aw shucks' before her eyes blow wide, going from their clasped hands up to Alucard's face. A stretch of silence follows it as if she's playing it back in her mind. The only sign of life that seems to be present unfortunately is the occasional blink and the slow bloom of pink on her cheeks. ]
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[ Laughter enters her expression, lightening some of the mood even further. When she had first crossed paths with Alucard all those months ago, the last thing she would have expected from him was a propensity for pettiness. He didn't seem the type to bother with pettiness. Fashion, sure but pettiness? Not that she's complaining; it only serves to endear him to her more than he already has.
The label on his history doesn't go unnoticed and as awful as it is to think, she's used to that to some degree. Unsurprisingly, none of her friends had the healthiest coping mechanisms. War aside, everyone had lived through something. Well, most people; she didn't exactly count herself among that. But before she can gently chide him for being dismissive of his trauma the f-bomb is dropped.
At first her brain doesn't process the word. There's a little giggle, the kind that usually precedes an, 'Aw shucks' before her eyes blow wide, going from their clasped hands up to Alucard's face. A stretch of silence follows it as if she's playing it back in her mind. The only sign of life that seems to be present unfortunately is the occasional blink and the slow bloom of pink on her cheeks. ]