[Hector leans forward and slides something out of his sleeve. For a brief moment, something sharp and cold presses against Alucard's pale neck, and in the next moment, Hector twists the point down and lets it slide harmlessly into the V of Alucard's open shirt. Because let's be real, even in prison garb, Alucard's tiddies are going to be at least partially out. One blacksmith's chisel, delivered.]
You're bruised, you know. I've never seen a vampire with a bruise. Not sure if that's because of their healing or the fact that they're dead.
[The implications of those bruises on Alucard's biology are pretty fascinating, at least in Hector's mind.]
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[Hector leans forward and slides something out of his sleeve. For a brief moment, something sharp and cold presses against Alucard's pale neck, and in the next moment, Hector twists the point down and lets it slide harmlessly into the V of Alucard's open shirt.
Because let's be real, even in prison garb, Alucard's tiddies are going to be at least partially out.One blacksmith's chisel, delivered.]You're bruised, you know. I've never seen a vampire with a bruise. Not sure if that's because of their healing or the fact that they're dead.
[The implications of those bruises on Alucard's biology are pretty fascinating, at least in Hector's mind.]