[ That's a funny way of saying 'usually not dick jokes' but okay. He leans against Alucard, because shit his head hurts and he's dizzy but also this is so very worth it. ]
I'd have to whether you allowed it or not. You know how she gets about being left out.
[ And there is exactly 0 chance she has not overheard that laughing fit and will not want answers, if only to confirm that they're not making fun of Useless the horse again. ]
We should do more interesting shit next time, so we have something to tell her.
[ His voice is just a little raspy as he focuses on getting air back into his lungs, but eventually he can take his own weight again. Can do, not is doing. Not just yet. ]
Laughed too much. Can't walk back.
[ Okay so he 100% can. But he's going to make Alucard support his weight anyway. This is nice. And probably pissing off whatever small part of Dracula is here. ]
[They will be vetoed, but he'll listen. And he'll take all the warmth of Trevor's weight too. It's a happier thing than holding hands. There's more of Trevor pressed against him.]
Laid low by a single dick joke. I'm starting to think there's permanent damage.
Is 'damage' what we're calling an appreciation for your jokes?
[ He stumbles back, pressed against Alucard, and they begin the process of explaining the hay and the laughing and everything else but the discussion of the dream to Sypha. ]
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[ That's a funny way of saying 'usually not dick jokes' but okay. He leans against Alucard, because shit his head hurts and he's dizzy but also this is so very worth it. ]
I'd have to whether you allowed it or not. You know how she gets about being left out.
[ And there is exactly 0 chance she has not overheard that laughing fit and will not want answers, if only to confirm that they're not making fun of Useless the horse again. ]
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[He's so happy to have Trevor's weight against him. It's warm and comfortable, just like the rest of Trevor.]
I know she does. She makes us recount nearly every day when she's away with her caravan.
[And that was almost always Alucard was a nerd for the entire day and it sucked.]
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[ His voice is just a little raspy as he focuses on getting air back into his lungs, but eventually he can take his own weight again. Can do, not is doing. Not just yet. ]
Laughed too much. Can't walk back.
[ Okay so he 100% can. But he's going to make Alucard support his weight anyway. This is nice. And probably pissing off whatever small part of Dracula is here. ]
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[They will be vetoed, but he'll listen. And he'll take all the warmth of Trevor's weight too. It's a happier thing than holding hands. There's more of Trevor pressed against him.]
Laid low by a single dick joke. I'm starting to think there's permanent damage.
[Good.]
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[ He stumbles back, pressed against Alucard, and they begin the process of explaining the hay and the laughing and everything else but the discussion of the dream to Sypha. ]