The Friday ones will be a three for one, we can take your car for those. [Show off, because he knows there have been a few new modifications.
He turns the burner on and takes the tongs out of the utensil crock. Burning paper is not a smell Alucard likes, but this one he is happy to embrace.]
Saturday, it'll be just the one, even though there are five for the evening. It's the more prudent choice, and eventually everyone at all the other events with gravitate there. I don't expect to leave much before two in the morning.
[It's tiring. He hates it, because if there's something that Alucard has never hesitated to show the other two it's that he much prefers the quieter life. Sitting around in the library reading, or else using whatever's in the lab to improve on what work his parents left behind. (He likes it best, of course, when Sypha joins him.) It suits him much more, even if there are moments at the whirlwind of functions where he actually seems happy for once in his fucking life. (Hanging back with Trevor and watching Sypha butt heads and be right about magical theory. Her dragging one or both of them out to dance. Watching the two do just that, and smiling all the while because they're here and there's such a reserved offense at the idea that it makes him feel just a little better for having to take on too many expectations so soon.
(He hears the word pets every so often and ignores it. He has to, because if it was clear how much he loathes it, it would be all anyone would call the other two. He remembers the gossip about his mother after her death. The same word was used.)]
Everyone loves one upmanship. And putting on greater airs than they already have.
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He turns the burner on and takes the tongs out of the utensil crock. Burning paper is not a smell Alucard likes, but this one he is happy to embrace.]
Saturday, it'll be just the one, even though there are five for the evening. It's the more prudent choice, and eventually everyone at all the other events with gravitate there. I don't expect to leave much before two in the morning.
[It's tiring. He hates it, because if there's something that Alucard has never hesitated to show the other two it's that he much prefers the quieter life. Sitting around in the library reading, or else using whatever's in the lab to improve on what work his parents left behind. (He likes it best, of course, when Sypha joins him.) It suits him much more, even if there are moments at the whirlwind of functions where he actually seems happy for once in his fucking life. (Hanging back with Trevor and watching Sypha butt heads and be right about magical theory. Her dragging one or both of them out to dance. Watching the two do just that, and smiling all the while because they're here and there's such a reserved offense at the idea that it makes him feel just a little better for having to take on too many expectations so soon.
(He hears the word pets every so often and ignores it. He has to, because if it was clear how much he loathes it, it would be all anyone would call the other two. He remembers the gossip about his mother after her death. The same word was used.)]
Everyone loves one upmanship. And putting on greater airs than they already have.