Hellsing: Laundry 1"Master?" Seras said in a tiny voice, looking at the looming figure in front of her. "Do you think this is such a good idea?"More Like This
"And why wouldn't it be?" Alucard replied, taking off his trench coat and hat, throwing them into a nearby chair. His fledgling blinked and blushed, turning her back to him.
"What?" He asked, smirking. He was starting to take off his shirt, Seras very opposed to this idea. "Isn't this how you do it?"
"You have to leave some clothes on!" She snapped, trying to control her blush. She knew this wasn't a good idea, but Alucard had insisted that they had to do it.
Therefore, Seras had no choice.
They were going to do their laundry.
She didn't know. She was just sitting in her room when Alucard came in and said that he wanted to use "that weird machine that makes all the thumping noises." After five minutes, she finally figured out that he was talking about the washing machine. His excuse was that he was tired of Integra telling him he smelled like gunp
Hellsing: Laundry 2It is said that you can't teach an old dog new tricks.More Like This
And for Seras Victoria, this was all too true.
Why do these things happen to me? She asked herself, sighing miserably and laying her head on the kitchen counter. It hadn't even been a week since the washing machine incident, and Alucard was already up to his tricks again.
Apparently, getting hit repeatedly on the head with a silver ashtray by a furious Integra wasn't enough to teach him a lesson.
Apparently, being forced to go with Walter as he went washing machine shopping wasn't enough punishment.
Apparently, Alucard was either extremely curious or extremely stupid.
Seras narrowed her eyes slightly at the elder vampire in front of her, who was hunched over the microwave. He was looking at it very hard and would occasionally scratch his neck.
How do I get myself into these messes? She asked herself, now banging her head once against the counter. Alucard glared at her over his shoulder. She chose to ignore him.
Hellsing: Laundry 3Alucard sighed. He tapped his fingers on the desk, propping up his elbow and putting his chin on his hand. His crimson eyes narrowed slightly as he glared at the computer monitor.More Like This
This was taking forever.
The vampire sighed again. "How does Walter endure this?" He muttered aloud. He had been sitting there for five minutes, waiting for the computer to turn on. And it was five minutes too long. The computer was taking forever. And all Alucard wanted to do was a search on guns.
Ever since the microwave and washing machine incident, Alucard wasn't allowed to leave the mansion grounds, much less the basement, except when Integra needed him. Seras had felt a little bad about this, so she managed to convince Walter to install a computer down there to keep him entertained. Both failed to tell him that it would take so long for it to actually boot up.
Another sigh. What was he supposed to do with a computer anyway? He didn't want to play those card games Seras had shown him on the normal comput
Hellsing: Laundry 4After bribing, the installing of a parental block, the allowance of a rampage in London, and even a visit to a very bewildered Catholic priest, Alucard wasn't scared of his computer anymore.More Like This
Of course, he still couldn't look Walter in the eye, but that was another thing entirely.
This event, though, didn't mean that his punishment still wasn't in effect. Alucard still couldn't leave his room, but now he felt safer with the parental block installed on his computer. Plus, he was starting to get the hang of the machine; it had only been a matter of time before it bended to his will.
He was just suffering random sites that he didn't exactly understand when all of a sudden, another window popped up. Alucard blinked, clicking on it. In big, bold letters, it read: "SHOOT THE ALIEN AND WIN A PRIZE!"
"..A prize?" He said aloud, curious. Walter hadn't told him that the computer would give him prizes! And that he could shoot things! Eagerly, he pulled out his Jackal and was about to shoot