[ Trevor smiles at that. It's been too long since Alucard has been the sturdy fucker. He's spent far too much of the last year being downright fragile. This is a sort of normal just as much as life at the castle is, him trying to do the stupid thing and Alucard insisting that no, he should do the stupid thing, all while trying to make it sound less stupid than it is.
He double checks the handle (there's rust on it, not silver, or at least not any kind of silver pure enough to be a danger) and looks in through the windows (a normal kitchen, by all appearances, if one lacking all the wonderful things that the castle has. Familiar, almost. Like Leon's idea of what a home ought to be came from this place). Behind them, ice swirls around Sypha's fingers. ]
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He double checks the handle (there's rust on it, not silver, or at least not any kind of silver pure enough to be a danger) and looks in through the windows (a normal kitchen, by all appearances, if one lacking all the wonderful things that the castle has. Familiar, almost. Like Leon's idea of what a home ought to be came from this place). Behind them, ice swirls around Sypha's fingers. ]
Looks safe enough. Go on, then.