.014 // and if I ask permission

[t_raith]

D, isn't it? Has anyone ever told you that you're a walking, talking clichéOf course, nothing speaks silent and stoic like the cape, the body armor and the seven-foot long sword, but don't you think it's a little over the top? Especially the hat

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[steeldame]

Let him wear what he bloody wants. And you, Alucard, shouldn't say a word about his fashion sense. You dress with a hideous red fedora.

(ooc; Mama doesn't like to have her boy badmouthed, even if he hasn't born yet. Where are they? Hellsing flat or Harry's place?)

[t_raith]

Oh, come on. He's a wide open target for teasing. I'm doing him a favour by pointing that out.

[ ooc; They're at Harry's place ~ ]

[steeldame]

And I'm doing you the favour to stop. Furthermore, if you can't try on a shirt, wear a sheet.

Alucard and I shall be visiting soon and I don't want to see a half-naked man attached to my son.

[t_raith]

It's Harry's my apartment. I can be shirtless if I want to be and it wasn't my idea to end up handcuffed to your baby boy.

[steeldame]

He's not a baby, he's well pass his ten millennia. We shall visit, nonetheless. Wear something.

[t_raith]

And not a wrinkle. Must moisturise well.

I'm wearing jeans.

[steeldame]

Thank God for that.

[t_raith]

God doesn't have anything to do with it.