[Alucard's not gotten much of a sense of Julie's immediate circumstances. Really all he's seen is the kitchen of the future in her Horizon, and that is what he is most concerned with and impressed by. Give a dhampir a gadget, and....he's going to just keep fucking around with it.
He withdraws his finger from inspection once it seems as if Julie is done looking over it. The strangest part is that the flesh still feels as if it is there. Nothing's off. It is simply a new and strange modification, and for all the world, it could be worse. It could be those strange shifting voids that ghosted over his body, showing off the skeleton and just being deeply unsettling. A single outside bone is acceptable.
Julie is 200% in clocking that Alucard has zero clue what she's on about, but one thing is certain:] It would be a smaller project for him. Something to mess around with when he needs a break from other, larger ones which I suspect will be plaguing him soon.
[Viktor's tendency towards pacifism is about to become a problem. This much Alucard is certain of, and it is going to be heartbreaking in new and awful ways.
Thank God for baked goods.]
Wait. How large is the kitchen you're working in to make these in the first place? [The very recent memory of Jaskier making too many ravioli to cope with the return from the Singularity looms in his head. Every flat surface in the office was covered in shaped pasta.] The bag explains some of it but I don't imagine they're going to cool easily in there.
[Never mind thank yous with the tin though. Alucard opens it up, curious and--
--a soft whistle responds. They're decorated. They're filled. There's fruit. And there's no way the dough itself isn't from scratch.]
These are impressive. When did you start making them?
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[Alucard's not gotten much of a sense of Julie's immediate circumstances. Really all he's seen is the kitchen of the future in her Horizon, and that is what he is most concerned with and impressed by. Give a dhampir a gadget, and....he's going to just keep fucking around with it.
He withdraws his finger from inspection once it seems as if Julie is done looking over it. The strangest part is that the flesh still feels as if it is there. Nothing's off. It is simply a new and strange modification, and for all the world, it could be worse. It could be those strange shifting voids that ghosted over his body, showing off the skeleton and just being deeply unsettling. A single outside bone is acceptable.
Julie is 200% in clocking that Alucard has zero clue what she's on about, but one thing is certain:] It would be a smaller project for him. Something to mess around with when he needs a break from other, larger ones which I suspect will be plaguing him soon.
[Viktor's tendency towards pacifism is about to become a problem. This much Alucard is certain of, and it is going to be heartbreaking in new and awful ways.
Thank God for baked goods.]
Wait. How large is the kitchen you're working in to make these in the first place? [The very recent memory of Jaskier making too many ravioli to cope with the return from the Singularity looms in his head. Every flat surface in the office was covered in shaped pasta.] The bag explains some of it but I don't imagine they're going to cool easily in there.
[Never mind thank yous with the tin though. Alucard opens it up, curious and--
--a soft whistle responds. They're decorated. They're filled. There's fruit. And there's no way the dough itself isn't from scratch.]
These are impressive. When did you start making them?