Not since breakfast, but don't worry yourself. I'd rather a bath.
[After stalking the catacombs all day, he swears he can still feel the cobwebs in his hair. And perhaps it's all psychological, but that musty, earthy stench seems to be clinging to his coat.
And it doesn't occur to him that he could have both. That he could possibly bathe and then eat, but taking care of himself has never been his strong suit if alcohol isn't involved. Case in point, he'd fully intended to have a liquid dinner until Adrian mentioned dinner, and -- vile betrayer -- Trevor's stomach gives an involuntary grumbly whine at the notion. No chance it would allow him to refuse Adrian's cooking.]
Of course, if you're making something anyway...
{Trevor presses a kiss to the hand on his shoulder, and moves onto the hearth in Sypha's room.]
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[After stalking the catacombs all day, he swears he can still feel the cobwebs in his hair. And perhaps it's all psychological, but that musty, earthy stench seems to be clinging to his coat.
And it doesn't occur to him that he could have both. That he could possibly bathe and then eat, but taking care of himself has never been his strong suit if alcohol isn't involved. Case in point, he'd fully intended to have a liquid dinner until Adrian mentioned dinner, and -- vile betrayer -- Trevor's stomach gives an involuntary grumbly whine at the notion. No chance it would allow him to refuse Adrian's cooking.]
Of course, if you're making something anyway...
{Trevor presses a kiss to the hand on his shoulder, and moves onto the hearth in Sypha's room.]