Not a face I know, meaning it is either someone newer or someone who was never thrown into Thorne's cells.
[Alucard shrugs. Both options are valid. He probably should care more, lest this happen again, but now he knows what to be on the look out for. A worthy experiment at any rate, even if it was not a complete outlet for his anger.
Ciri may busy herself with the icebox, but Alucard's attention returns to the pierogi. He has...probably two dozen left, based on the remaining dough. Just enough to move onto the desert pierogi filled with raspberry jam.
He takes the jar, smears a dollop onto the dough, and repeats the process.]
Neither until I'm entirely done, thank you. I-- [oh.
no subject
[Alucard shrugs. Both options are valid. He probably should care more, lest this happen again, but now he knows what to be on the look out for. A worthy experiment at any rate, even if it was not a complete outlet for his anger.
Ciri may busy herself with the icebox, but Alucard's attention returns to the pierogi. He has...probably two dozen left, based on the remaining dough. Just enough to move onto the desert pierogi filled with raspberry jam.
He takes the jar, smears a dollop onto the dough, and repeats the process.]
Neither until I'm entirely done, thank you. I-- [oh.
Alucard's eyes go back towards the ice box.]
I have no idea how to fit all of these in there.