[Translating Trevor into normal Wallachian is an easy job once you've spent enough time around the man. Sypha mastered the art first of course, but she had spent more time with him - and language was one of her skills. Alucard lagged a little bit behind, initially annoyed to responses of far more earnest affection he himself uttered. But he learned, and he knows what Trevor really means when those words leave his lips.
They have to talk about the ethics of this. They'll do it with the cloud of smoke hanging heavy, because it will dull some of the worst of Alucard's reactions too. A month is too high a demand. A week...maybe they can do that. A fortnight, with the past three days counted as part of it.
A deadline.
Alucard doesn't let go until it feels right to do so. Even then, it's only slightly letting up his grip, and he nudges Trevor gently. If he was Trevor, he'd let out a laugh and just say you look like shit. But he isn't Trevor, and he can't find it in himself to laugh. So instead one arm finally lets go of Trevor in full, and he drags the bucket of water over.]
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They have to talk about the ethics of this. They'll do it with the cloud of smoke hanging heavy, because it will dull some of the worst of Alucard's reactions too. A month is too high a demand. A week...maybe they can do that. A fortnight, with the past three days counted as part of it.
A deadline.
Alucard doesn't let go until it feels right to do so. Even then, it's only slightly letting up his grip, and he nudges Trevor gently. If he was Trevor, he'd let out a laugh and just say you look like shit. But he isn't Trevor, and he can't find it in himself to laugh. So instead one arm finally lets go of Trevor in full, and he drags the bucket of water over.]
Let's get all of this off you.