[Hector nods, tries to forcibly eject the demons of worry from his brain, and turns down one of the hallways to find a pool.
Turkish baths are always a delight, but Hector can't relax. He scrubs and rinses, and tries to make himself presentable, but there is no lounging and soaking in the heat. There is still too much to show Alucard in the city. No one bothers him, or even gives him much notice, but he's not the one who is ethereally handsome.
With the dirt and funk of travel scrubbed off of him and his hair washed and combed, Hector dresses and returns to find Alucard in one of the lounges with his tea.]
Look, there was a man under that sea spray all this time.
[He wishes he'd thought to bring nicer clothes...or that he owned nicer clothes, so maybe he could impress Alucard. The struggle of life as a hermit.]
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Turkish baths are always a delight, but Hector can't relax. He scrubs and rinses, and tries to make himself presentable, but there is no lounging and soaking in the heat. There is still too much to show Alucard in the city. No one bothers him, or even gives him much notice, but he's not the one who is ethereally handsome.
With the dirt and funk of travel scrubbed off of him and his hair washed and combed, Hector dresses and returns to find Alucard in one of the lounges with his tea.]
Look, there was a man under that sea spray all this time.
[He wishes he'd thought to bring nicer clothes...or that he owned nicer clothes, so maybe he could impress Alucard. The struggle of life as a hermit.]