[ Meanwhile Alucard wonders if Walter plans on tensing up enough to snap his own spine. His head tilts, dark hair spilling and swirling around a face discordantly young. ]
Call it what you like.
[ A diminutive, white gloved hair waves in the air and Alucard slips over, hands on his hips. ]
It still disgusts you.
[ And yes it amuses him that his partner eschews such a human activity - Arthur's tastes aside. ]
no subject
Call it what you like.
[ A diminutive, white gloved hair waves in the air and Alucard slips over, hands on his hips. ]
It still disgusts you.
[ And yes it amuses him that his partner eschews such a human activity - Arthur's tastes aside. ]