[Hector wakes, wet and salt-encrusted, and resists the urge to curl up in the fetal position. Never again, gods, his head feels like it is splitting. It's like the worst hangover he's ever had, without the benefits of having been drunk beforehand.
Cesar pounces on his face and licks him, so there's that. Hector shoos him away and rubs the tips of his fingers in circles against his temples.]
...morning. Is the shirtlessness for my benefit, or are you expecting your Speaker to come early?
[The sass hasn't gone anywhere, which should be a sign unto Alucard that Hector's still alive and kicking...or at least alive and limping along.]
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Cesar pounces on his face and licks him, so there's that. Hector shoos him away and rubs the tips of his fingers in circles against his temples.]
...morning. Is the shirtlessness for my benefit, or are you expecting your Speaker to come early?
[The sass hasn't gone anywhere, which should be a sign unto Alucard that Hector's still alive and kicking...or at least alive and limping along.]