[ Fortunately, he's not the sort to go sticking his arm in strange holes.
Usually.
He glances at Alucard's leg, then his face, cocking his head to one side. ]
Surfaced?
[ They forget things all the time. Astarion expects it now, an inevitably of their immortal lives that sometimes less important memories might slip away - and sometimes memories they no longer wish to keep. He raises an eyebrow when Alucard says there's nothing they can throw without marking the walls and saunters to the side of the bed, lifting a pillow with a really? before chucking it straight at the crack. ]
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Usually.
He glances at Alucard's leg, then his face, cocking his head to one side. ]
Surfaced?
[ They forget things all the time. Astarion expects it now, an inevitably of their immortal lives that sometimes less important memories might slip away - and sometimes memories they no longer wish to keep. He raises an eyebrow when Alucard says there's nothing they can throw without marking the walls and saunters to the side of the bed, lifting a pillow with a really? before chucking it straight at the crack. ]