[He can't elaborate. It'll just sound like ghosts have to be dealt with, and...Alucard is certain Trevor's grandmas must have explained this to him at some point. Maybe? Probably. Dealing with just making a timetable for all the night's festivities meant that he was overwhelmed with his own problems.
(Which was asinine. Not when he knew what the possibility of the evening could hold for Trevor.)]
Not hungry.
[His stomach is trying to escape through his throat at the moment. The most Alucard can think to do is shuffle roughly towards where the sofa is. The other one, not the one Sypha's asleep on.]
no subject
(Which was asinine. Not when he knew what the possibility of the evening could hold for Trevor.)]
Not hungry.
[His stomach is trying to escape through his throat at the moment. The most Alucard can think to do is shuffle roughly towards where the sofa is. The other one, not the one Sypha's asleep on.]