No, unfortunately. She's too far away, but has made two requests. First, you take her on a date like this, just the two of you. Second, there is one with all three of us. I told her it wouldn't be a problem, naturally.
[So really, Trevor, you get to clean up twice more in the near future.]
She'll be home in three days, four at the longest.
[The rest of the conversation between Alucard and Sypha had detoured into the dhampir making sad faces at her and saying she's missed. Sypha is far too used to the conversation, and so her immunity to the Sad Dhampir Face is at an all time high.
With their foreheads so closed together, Alucard shifts his own head for just a moment. It's a good opportunity to kiss the tip of Trevor's nose, the gesture momentary but no less sweet for it. Little things like this, they mean the world to Alucard. They always have, and around Sypha, it's easy to plant tiny little surprise kisses during moments of otherwise contented silence. With Trevor, it's trickier. He's pricklier, like a feral cat most days, and so opportunities to show gentler affection need to be approached with caution.
His hands search for somewhere to go - hanging off at his side feels silly. They settle on top of Trevor's hips, brushing against the velvet. The texture is as soft as Alucard expected, a wonderful contrast against the firm muscle underneath. His fingers curl in the fabric, aware that there's a stupid grin on his face.
The pronouncement of how Alucard looks gets a laugh.]
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[So really, Trevor, you get to clean up twice more in the near future.]
She'll be home in three days, four at the longest.
[The rest of the conversation between Alucard and Sypha had detoured into the dhampir making sad faces at her and saying she's missed. Sypha is far too used to the conversation, and so her immunity to the Sad Dhampir Face is at an all time high.
With their foreheads so closed together, Alucard shifts his own head for just a moment. It's a good opportunity to kiss the tip of Trevor's nose, the gesture momentary but no less sweet for it. Little things like this, they mean the world to Alucard. They always have, and around Sypha, it's easy to plant tiny little surprise kisses during moments of otherwise contented silence. With Trevor, it's trickier. He's pricklier, like a feral cat most days, and so opportunities to show gentler affection need to be approached with caution.
His hands search for somewhere to go - hanging off at his side feels silly. They settle on top of Trevor's hips, brushing against the velvet. The texture is as soft as Alucard expected, a wonderful contrast against the firm muscle underneath. His fingers curl in the fabric, aware that there's a stupid grin on his face.
The pronouncement of how Alucard looks gets a laugh.]
You clean up pretty well too.