[Under most circumstances, Alucard would hear someone approaching. His ears hear far better than most people's, after all, and that isn't even accounting for his other forms. But now, in this moment, his concentration is narrrowed.
The moss is coming off, but it takes time. He needs a sturdier brush, another angle, or both. He sighs, frowning at the work he's managed so far.
It'll do, and vinegar is cheap. On the ot--
His head whips around, and quickly, the dhampir gets to his feet.]
Did you follow me?
[There's concern in the tone. A faint undercurrent of panic.]
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The moss is coming off, but it takes time. He needs a sturdier brush, another angle, or both. He sighs, frowning at the work he's managed so far.
It'll do, and vinegar is cheap. On the ot--
His head whips around, and quickly, the dhampir gets to his feet.]
Did you follow me?
[There's concern in the tone. A faint undercurrent of panic.]