[Hector, of course Aluard doesn't barrel into things directly. What a ridiculous idea.
He moves into them slowly instead, or at least he is in this situation. Little steps, adjusting to a warm bath. Letting Hector's tongue in, but not wanting to move too far beyond that. Staying still because Alucard knows how sharp his fangs are, and he doesn't want to cut Hector's tongue.
One hand moves. Up, coming to rest on Hector's cheek. Holding it as gingerly as one can, and the other resting at Hector's hip. It's a tentative grip, but it's there all the same.]
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He moves into them slowly instead, or at least he is in this situation. Little steps, adjusting to a warm bath. Letting Hector's tongue in, but not wanting to move too far beyond that. Staying still because Alucard knows how sharp his fangs are, and he doesn't want to cut Hector's tongue.
One hand moves. Up, coming to rest on Hector's cheek. Holding it as gingerly as one can, and the other resting at Hector's hip. It's a tentative grip, but it's there all the same.]