[Alucard considers the melon in his hands. The melon he casually rips into two mostly even halves, even if they're a bit craggy.
Two halves that he still holds in his hands as he approaches his friend, deciding that this is not a throwing melon. He smiles, the picture of innocence and not a sneaky bastard man about to throw melon at a friend.]
I don't feel like washing fruit off myself and possibly wasting water given our circumstances. I imagine you feel the same.
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[Alucard considers the melon in his hands. The melon he casually rips into two mostly even halves, even if they're a bit craggy.
Two halves that he still holds in his hands as he approaches his friend, deciding that this is not a throwing melon. He smiles, the picture of innocence and not a sneaky bastard man about to throw melon at a friend.]
I don't feel like washing fruit off myself and possibly wasting water given our circumstances. I imagine you feel the same.