[In the time Sephiroth is gone, Alucard has gone from using his foot as an experimental brush to taking an actual paintbrush in hand, smearing thick, broad strokes over the wall. There is no design, no artistry or consideration to it, but the action feels good. All consuming, focusing.
Alucard's terrible at getting out of his own head. Yet this seems to have done what so many other things could not.
But isn't so lost in the meditative state to miss the reappearance of the other man. He turns, paint splatter on his face and in his hair.]
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[In the time Sephiroth is gone, Alucard has gone from using his foot as an experimental brush to taking an actual paintbrush in hand, smearing thick, broad strokes over the wall. There is no design, no artistry or consideration to it, but the action feels good. All consuming, focusing.
Alucard's terrible at getting out of his own head. Yet this seems to have done what so many other things could not.
But isn't so lost in the meditative state to miss the reappearance of the other man. He turns, paint splatter on his face and in his hair.]
--Well?