[Alucard's shoulder bumps against Gideon's. It could be the way he's walking, but Alucard is nothing if not poised and a little too perfect at times, holding himself ever just so. If it is because he catches the way Gideon's shoulders are, he won't say. But for Alucard, who may as well hiss and spit like a cat when faced with any kind of physical contact, it is the most gentle solidarity he can offer without bringing attention to the moment. And given that he'd hate if someone brought attention in the moment to him, he can imagine Gideon is much the same.]
Sounds more like a toast to be made in the bar than--
[Ah.
The exact reaction he was hoping for.
Alucard's own smile is smaller and thinner, but there all the same. Most important is the fact he doesn't stop moving. Not until he's at the pen door.]
Come on. Solvunn is letting those who wish to pet and interact with them.
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Sounds more like a toast to be made in the bar than--
[Ah.
The exact reaction he was hoping for.
Alucard's own smile is smaller and thinner, but there all the same. Most important is the fact he doesn't stop moving. Not until he's at the pen door.]
Come on. Solvunn is letting those who wish to pet and interact with them.