[It's better to do this together. And probably better to do it without Trevor, because Dracula is still his family's Dracula, not just Alucard's dad. Not discussing family particulars has always been an agreed upon and respected boundary.]
To the surprise of exactly no one, I'm sure.
[Alucard would never call that fight meeting-his-father in any dating sense of the concept, but he would admit that the lavishness, the over-the-top nature shone through a little too clearly.
The door was never locked. Why would it have been? His mother had simply closed it when returned to Lupu, and...Alcuard still didn't know if his father ever came back here.
What catches his own eye first though is the thing on the nightstand. It smells. And...he groans like he's still a teenage boy, mortified.]
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To the surprise of exactly no one, I'm sure.
[Alucard would never call that fight meeting-his-father in any dating sense of the concept, but he would admit that the lavishness, the over-the-top nature shone through a little too clearly.
The door was never locked. Why would it have been? His mother had simply closed it when returned to Lupu, and...Alcuard still didn't know if his father ever came back here.
What catches his own eye first though is the thing on the nightstand. It smells. And...he groans like he's still a teenage boy, mortified.]
Mother.
[Dishes. The fucking dishes.]