[The man’s pulled up by his grasp, until he’s not — until he’s lurching away from Alucard’s grip, as if his touch were a poisonous thing, but he recognizes it for what it must be. Instinct. The way a predator reacts when startled mid-hunt, and the comparison is an apt one, given the bloodied state of the man he’s left with a pulpy-face still sprawled out on the ground. Mauled by an animal.
Paint canisters clatter and roll, one lazily encroaching upon one of his heels. Alucard frowns at the raucous, tinny noise, snapping his gaze up to meet the other, opening his mouth to let a retort fly out.
But he’s met with nothing more than another command, and his body goes still, and the threat of ‘laying a hand’ on the stranger becomes imbued with much more danger than a mere passing phrase.]
You’re a charming one.
[He said to stay, but he didn’t say not to speak, and so Alucard utilizes what daggers he can fling back, in the form of tried-and-true sarcasm. Something petty flares in his gut, unappreciative of being commanded yet another time, tired and frustrated and confused and continually pushing down the anxiety of the unknown; and Alucard’s mind churns, debating between returning the favor or simply employing patience.]
...I’m not here to hurt you; like is merely drawn to like. [Gold eyes flicking down to Hei’s quite unfortunate victim, then back up to the other. A tenuous beat passes between them.]
Free me from this state, then don’t fling any more commands my way.
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Paint canisters clatter and roll, one lazily encroaching upon one of his heels. Alucard frowns at the raucous, tinny noise, snapping his gaze up to meet the other, opening his mouth to let a retort fly out.
But he’s met with nothing more than another command, and his body goes still, and the threat of ‘laying a hand’ on the stranger becomes imbued with much more danger than a mere passing phrase.]
You’re a charming one.
[He said to stay, but he didn’t say not to speak, and so Alucard utilizes what daggers he can fling back, in the form of tried-and-true sarcasm. Something petty flares in his gut, unappreciative of being commanded yet another time, tired and frustrated and confused and continually pushing down the anxiety of the unknown; and Alucard’s mind churns, debating between returning the favor or simply employing patience.]
...I’m not here to hurt you; like is merely drawn to like. [Gold eyes flicking down to Hei’s quite unfortunate victim, then back up to the other. A tenuous beat passes between them.]
Free me from this state, then don’t fling any more commands my way.