[There's an annoyed noise, but nothing more. Just the sound of the trash can being shuffled along the floor by Alucard's foot, until it stops moving and he gets back to his own work.]
My apologies.
[If it is delicate work, he won't venture further conversation. As it is, he focuses on the fish, on getting the inedible parts removed and then opening up their bellies to be stuffed.
Silences aren't comfortable anymore. They haven't been since...since everything, and Alucard can still hear all of Trevor's shitty fucking opinions in his head. They're there when the silence becomes unbearable, and it begs a far worse question in the back of his mind: can that opinion ever be fixed now? If not then...
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My apologies.
[If it is delicate work, he won't venture further conversation. As it is, he focuses on the fish, on getting the inedible parts removed and then opening up their bellies to be stuffed.
Silences aren't comfortable anymore. They haven't been since...since everything, and Alucard can still hear all of Trevor's shitty fucking opinions in his head. They're there when the silence becomes unbearable, and it begs a far worse question in the back of his mind: can that opinion ever be fixed now? If not then...
...fuck.]