Maybe overkill is necessary at this point, though. Because somewhere between the 5-star dinner reservations, literally offering bribes for a private table, and finding a tux to replace the multitude lost in the fire, Trevor forgets to trip himself up over the relative gravity of the situation. Never mind that there's no mistaking this now. There's no way he can play it off as anything other than what it very plainly is, which is to say, a date. With Adrian. And Sypha, if she would just answer her damn phone.
And Adrian's fine with it. More than fine, he's... excited? It's impossible to read tone over text, but he seems eager. And that's a relief at the very least because all Trevor's efforts haven't been for naught. And moreover, the notion that Adrian would actually enjoy a date with him? Without Sypha? That Adrian didn't laugh it off, or straight-up reject the suggestion?
Not that he's giving himself time to worry about it. He's home sooner than the allotted half an hour, hauling his new tuxedo over one shoulder, and Adrian's still in the shower as expected. In the shower, hogging all the hot water, which Trevor's minded less and less since he learned of the dhampir's thirst for warmth.
Never mind it. He has his own shower, and he's never minded running them a bit cool. If he can't make himself look and smell presentable in the span of an hour, he'll consider it an affront to the entire Belmont bloodline.]
We're going on a fancy date, don't make it weird
[This feels like overkill.
Maybe overkill is necessary at this point, though. Because somewhere between the 5-star dinner reservations, literally offering bribes for a private table, and finding a tux to replace the multitude lost in the fire, Trevor forgets to trip himself up over the relative gravity of the situation. Never mind that there's no mistaking this now. There's no way he can play it off as anything other than what it very plainly is, which is to say, a date. With Adrian.
And Sypha, if she would just answer her damn phone.And Adrian's fine with it. More than fine, he's... excited? It's impossible to read tone over text, but he seems eager. And that's a relief at the very least because all Trevor's efforts haven't been for naught. And moreover, the notion that Adrian would actually enjoy a date with him? Without Sypha? That Adrian didn't laugh it off, or straight-up reject the suggestion?
Not that he's giving himself time to worry about it. He's home sooner than the allotted half an hour, hauling his new tuxedo over one shoulder, and Adrian's still in the shower as expected. In the shower, hogging all the hot water, which Trevor's minded less and less since he learned of the dhampir's thirst for warmth.
Never mind it. He has his own shower, and he's never minded running them a bit cool. If he can't make himself look and smell presentable in the span of an hour, he'll consider it an affront to the entire Belmont bloodline.]