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[Lucifer gave a sigh at that, leaning up against Alucard once more and bringing his new bottle to his lips once more, thinking to himself, silently.]

Do you really think so? I'd think of all people, you must live in the present the most. You already know what the future holds, after all, so as much as you'd like to plan for it, you cannot waste time worrying about it.

You have to use your time wisely.

[His free hand reaches up behind him in order to take hold of Alucard's hair as he smiles, feeling it's texture. What a pretty man. It was criminal that he was so pretty, so young, and yet so preoccupied with fate and all of that. He was so stern. If he were not a dhampir, Lucifer would worry that he was going to wrinkle early.]

Not that I mean you have to continually work, of course. Time is precious, and once it is gone, it never comes again. Do not give it all away.

[reposing]

[There is no refusal to how Lucifer leans up against Alucard. Instead, the dhampir sighs and presses his cheek against the top of his head. It feels nice to do this, and he's admittedly more open about affection when he's had his fill of alcohol in his way.]

I suppose I felt that I thought so much of the past, of what happened.

But perhaps you are right.

[And he can't always waste his time. He has to throw everything he can to return to Wallachia in time.

Alucard sighs, sounding content at the fingers in his hair.]

It would be easier to determine if I were not here. I must do everything possible to find my way back.