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[toothsomehound]

WHO: Alucard (toothsomehound) and Integra Hellsing (damnabletart
WHAT: Alucard makes soup while meditating on guns, and Integra drops by.
WHERE: Alucard's crazy-ass house
WHEN: A few days after the Halloween Shooting

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[damnabletart]

She came back to his house with the smallest of falters in her gait, expression betraying some level of her annoyance at this errand. This was going to be as quick as she could make it; a retrieval of her weapon before she returned to her home to try and plan some course of action in response to the Vescovo aggressions.

She knocked on the door rather abruptly, even the raps of her knuckles on the wood commanding. Open, answer. Integral was in no mood for niceties. She simply wanted her firearm back.

[toothsomehound]

He blew at the soup, then popped the spoon into his mouth. At the abrupt knock on the door, Alucard drew a gun from his right holster and pointed it at the door, using his right hand to remove the spoon from his mouth and scoop up more soup in a fresh spoon. Hmmm. Approaching the door slowly, he thought, rolling the soup broth over his tongue. Too bland? Too meaty? Swallowing, he held out a spoon to the Hellsing at his door as he opened it (he wasn't even remotely surprised that she was here; he would have done the same, but sooner). "Come in and tell me what's wrong with this."

Alucard didn't turn his back on the woman, though, leaning back against the counter and stirring the pot. "I take it you're here for your gun." Cincinel pricked his ears and trotted up to the woman, tail swaying a bit hesitantly at her. Lazarus had no such compunctions and ran right up under her legs, bumping against the fine Italian suit with his full body weight, grey-and-white tail held high. Alucard took another sip and watched.

[damnabletart]

Integral had no intention of touching the spoon he offered her. He had probably been licking it. "No, thank you." She came in anyways.

She nodded rather curtly in response to the man, though she did spare a moment to reach down and pat the dog lightly on the head. Her own dog had been resting at the foot of her desk before she came, so the scent of German Shepherd was on her pants still. They would certainly be curious about that.

"I would like my gun back immediately."

[toothsomehound]

Alucard shrugged, tipping the spoon into the sink and taking up his own again. It had no excitement to it, he decided.

Watching Hellsing with Cicinel and Lazarus, he forced down a smirk. She liked dogs, clearly. When Cincinel started to sniff a little too curiously, though, he called the dog off with a 'tsk' of his tongue. Lazarus he left alone- there was nothing he could do with that cat, aside from feed him and pet him. Cats were certainly a mystery.

"I have it upstairs," he responded easily, mind scanning over more herbs and spices. Chili peppers? Curry? "You know, of course, that your gun does not suit your shooting style?"