[Alucard's bat cloud does not like being disturbed, even if it is currently in a gentle state of disarray. The fact a whole ass wreath suddenly breaks into the cloud sends the bats into a shrieking, scattering mess, only to reform quickly.
No more sofa bats, no more chilling on the scale bats, only a drunken dhampir who looks definitely unsteady, and more than that, short something very important: his hair. Because right now it is only chin length, and there's no even cut either. The pattern of where hair starts and ends zig-zags.
There's a single bat shrieking in total panic in Geralt's hand, and Alucard manages an outraged cry of:]
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No more sofa bats, no more chilling on the scale bats, only a drunken dhampir who looks definitely unsteady, and more than that, short something very important: his hair. Because right now it is only chin length, and there's no even cut either. The pattern of where hair starts and ends zig-zags.
There's a single bat shrieking in total panic in Geralt's hand, and Alucard manages an outraged cry of:]
Jaskier! Did you really need to do that!?