[ Acceptable. Helium balloons don't exist yet, so Trevor sadly has no frame of reference to make the completely sensible suggestion that Alucard just float and let Trevor pull him around to sidestep the problems of stairs and uneven ground entirely.
And uneven ground is a problem, occasionally in places where it probably wasn't on the rare occasions that Alucard's been in this part of the estate before. Trevor warns him, and they go slowly, and thankfully nobody falls over. And then there's a pause, the sound of something being opened, and Alucard is led forward again, and then it's closed again behind him. ]
Open your eyes.
[ It's. Very bright. It's a small building, made with a wooden frame covered with white cloth that's gone slightly transparent from being treated with linseed oil, and the sunlight filtered though the cloth is- everywhere. There are wooden boxes at each side of the narrow path through the middle of it, about knee high and filled to the top with soil.
And Trevor is sheepish, not meeting Alucard's eyes and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. ]
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And uneven ground is a problem, occasionally in places where it probably wasn't on the rare occasions that Alucard's been in this part of the estate before. Trevor warns him, and they go slowly, and thankfully nobody falls over. And then there's a pause, the sound of something being opened, and Alucard is led forward again, and then it's closed again behind him. ]
Open your eyes.
[ It's. Very bright. It's a small building, made with a wooden frame covered with white cloth that's gone slightly transparent from being treated with linseed oil, and the sunlight filtered though the cloth is- everywhere. There are wooden boxes at each side of the narrow path through the middle of it, about knee high and filled to the top with soil.
And Trevor is sheepish, not meeting Alucard's eyes and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. ]
It's- it's for Sypha.