after hours of dealing with the annoyance that was alucard he returns of course in a mood
She was sitting at a table, tired looking.
"long day?"
"Too long..."
"you could have just requested belfast help in cleaning your ship unless she's off simping for enterprise"
"i do no such thing to enterprise sir waker"
"It's not cleaning... I went sailing an somehow got grounded. On a beasts corpse."
he struggles to keep himself from laughing due to the mental image of that...and fails letting out a laugh
She frowns. "Very funny."
eventually his laughter turns to wheezing as he pictures her just angrily shouting at the corpses and starts banging the table with his fist until he passes out from laughing so hard
She threw a piece of the corpse at him.
faster then a eye could track he drew his sword spun it in a circle slicing the corpse in half as the half of it flew past him and stayed asleep
Sh groaned then went into a room
and he slept for a long time while belfast did whatever belfast does
She returned still looking horrible.
"you don't look too hot"
"Sure..."
"revenge if you can't handle everyday battle pull out"
"It's not that. I woke up wrong."
"uh huh pace yourself your not immortal or able to recover wounds as quick as i can"
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