[For a moment, Alucard considers the wisdom of moving to a different place to sit. The couch maybe, which is much more comfortable than two kitchen chairs trying to bridge out and reach each other. But he can feel something damp on his neck, and he wants to afford Jaskier the politeness of providing the full quiet he clearly needs.
So Alucard settles for stroking his friend's hair, pointedly ignoring the sensation of something feathery in it. Probably just Mog fluff.]
We are. You've met us, right?
[At least the concept has done it's job in the short term. That's all Alucard cares about.]
I can do that. I also think that filling I just had would be wonderful in crispy fried dough.
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So Alucard settles for stroking his friend's hair, pointedly ignoring the sensation of something feathery in it. Probably just Mog fluff.]
We are. You've met us, right?
[At least the concept has done it's job in the short term. That's all Alucard cares about.]
I can do that. I also think that filling I just had would be wonderful in crispy fried dough.