[Fine, Treffy. Be like that. Sypha resigns herself to legs tied together and scoots back into the not-exactly-warmth of Alucard's chest. Her hair is likely soon to be tickling Trevor's nose as she presses her lips to Alucard's collarbone, one arm slung over his ribs.]
Can vampires even be tickled? [she wonders aloud--aloud and slightly muffled by said vampire.]
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Can vampires even be tickled? [she wonders aloud--aloud and slightly muffled by said vampire.]