-accidental voice- Post XXI
[Be happy that the video feature isn't working, because by the sound of it, it seems like Abel has eaten something that didn't quite agree with him. By 'didn't quite', of course, it means that it sounds like his body is rejecting his entire stomach and maybe his lungs too. There is going to be one very irate Cain. Abel made it to a bathroom, but
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You lightweight.
[The robust voice of denunciation is cool at Abel's ear.]
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It's n-not m-my fault!
[HURK. Thankfully, just a dry heave, and he settled again, groaning.]
I didn't think it'd be this bad.
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[The vampire crooned to him as he racked another set of digits through Abel's bangs and combed them back to avoid anymore of a mishap on himself. Pitiful little thing; had he been eating properly like he told him too the effects should have been much less... noxious.]
And breathe.
[False breath he did not need himself wafted at Abel's neck as he would feel Alucard's chest flush at his back. Lungs filling he would set a pace for him to find proper respite. A red-coated arm then wrapped around his waist and the vampire's palm fanned against his abdomen to gingerly stroke the spasms down. Here was an act he hadn't preformed on his own child since he was still alive... and yet at that moment it came to Alucard as clear as those ancient days.]
Breathe, my childer~
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[Hold that thought, another digested onslaught was set on cutting off his original protest. Thank God it was a working toilet or else there would have been a serious problem here. Breathing was certainly a task more easier said than done, though the moment he could, he gulped in air like a drowning man, panting. What a way to be stuck in. He had hoped to do this all in relative solitude instead of having to embarrass himself.
Still, it was nice to have someone holding his hair back. Finally, after a moment, he mumbled out his excuse.]
It's not the food...
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Abel was going to pay.
To be fair, it was the smell that awoke the Contra Mundi from his pleasant dreams, not Abel himself. But it only took so long to put two and two together, and soon he was padding down the hallways. It was all that... trash he shoveled into his mouth. Gorged himself on it, probably, and now he was facing the consequences.
Ah. The bathroom - at least he had the sense to go there. Not even thinking, he pushed the door open, his voice low and unamused as he spoke.]
I hope you realize you're cleaning that.
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But of course.. you're puking like a woman in the trimester of pregnancy.
[With a teasing chuckle he continued to rub Abel's back till the convulsions quelled.]
And without asking my approval as well.
[He tsked.]
Who was it? Hm?
[Yet a voice from behind him seemed to answer it quite clearly. A glance over his shoulder as he held Abel up he noted the disapproval wrought over Cain's face. Oh how precious this was.]
Ah, he will once he's emptied his filth.
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[There was one more wave, one that seemed to drain all of his energy, before he felt he was through. There was nothing left. He couldn't bring anything up even if he tried, he'd be coughing up his boots next. Water would certainly be the next thing he'd go for here. As well, he didn't take kindly to the teasing.]
That's not the case and you know it! [Taking it a bit too seriously, but at the moment, his sense of humor was rapidly draining out of him. And the sound of CAIN behind him was not making the moment any better.]
Can't you do it, Cain?! You have hands! J-just give me a moment!
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Am I interupting something?
[Unaware of his brother's chip removal, all he could do was cock his head to the side and wonder why on earth anyone would be touching someone vomitting as badly as his twin currently was.]
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I told you to hush... If you start retching blood I'll make you drink it back up.
[That was no threat, it was a certain promise from a voice that was law. He wouldn't have him losing more nutrition than he already had, and for their kind, that red life was so very sacred. Sadly the vampire knew this one would only take human nourishment.
An unimpressed huff and a fanged smirk at Cain's accusation he straightened Abel and bent him over the sink, turning the faucet to let the water flow to his tongue.]
Don't think too deeply on it.
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... Ew. [His complaint would have gone on longer than that, but Alucard saw fit to pull him up, only to push him over into the sink and turn on the water. As thankful as he was for it, he could say more for the delivery of it. His face was positivity pink.]
It's not like that!
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I'll try not to. [He ignored his brother's vote on the matter, and simply focused on the stranger... unless his senses were failing him (and though they were known to, especially without his powers) that certainly had to be a..
Pity.]
Thank you for looking after him.
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[There was no need for thanks. He was Abel's father, wasn't he? Or had he noted the name Abel had cried out to the other... He was their father.]
That's enough.. too gluttonous and you will lose it again.
[He addressed Abel once more and took this time to taking him by that infamous ear and dragging him away from the sink and past Cain without so much of a pardon. His one-track mind would not have him halting till Abel was dropped on the bed and lying horizontal.
What would he do with such a bothersome child?
Chicken soup with a bloody broth or something of the lot seemed in order about now. What a pity Walter hadn't been sent here as well to procure a bowl for the ailing boy.]
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But-!
[Well no time for that, off he was yanked with a loud protest that mingled with the complaints of how rough Alucard was being. NOT THE EARS. WHY ALWAYS THE EARS. At least he had his cot to look forward to, and the second he hit it, he was quick to sit up again, grimace, and promptly fall back. Okay, new plan, better plan, lay still and wait for the chills and fever to go away. That sounded good.
And oh, how could he forget about Cain? He groaned and buried his face in his hands at the thought of it. He'd never let him live this down.]
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... Maybe there's a bucket or something kicking around so the next time you feel sick, you don't, well, have to run to the bathroom.
But he'll just put those icy hands to good use and lay one against your forehead.]
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or?]
Childer, you'll introduce me to your confidante, won't you?
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He took the distraction that Alucard gave him gratefully]
Cain.
My brother.
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