[Alucard sits up carefully after Trevor lets go. There's that warm already starting to fade, and that's the worst part about insisting they part. The rest? He can live with that.
They'll have tomorrow. Alucard consoles himself with that as he climbs out of bed, looking at Trevor's clothing pile.]
It was a late night.
[Forgive yourself he means, and then Alucard goes about a more usual routine: robe on, slippers, and then off to the kitchen.
Trevor's not wrong about the amount of leftover food. There's human food a plenty because there were human guests, and so he starts with that. Frying already cooked potatoes after warming some of the beef roast. A little bit of the greens.
He comes back with two plates that should be dinner for most, but they need something heartier given the day ahead. There's a nook near one of the windows that Alucard has long since taken his meals at, and that's where he goes.
Moving about with the food, he's happy. Or at least as close to it as he gets most days.]
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They'll have tomorrow. Alucard consoles himself with that as he climbs out of bed, looking at Trevor's clothing pile.]
It was a late night.
[Forgive yourself he means, and then Alucard goes about a more usual routine: robe on, slippers, and then off to the kitchen.
Trevor's not wrong about the amount of leftover food. There's human food a plenty because there were human guests, and so he starts with that. Frying already cooked potatoes after warming some of the beef roast. A little bit of the greens.
He comes back with two plates that should be dinner for most, but they need something heartier given the day ahead. There's a nook near one of the windows that Alucard has long since taken his meals at, and that's where he goes.
Moving about with the food, he's happy. Or at least as close to it as he gets most days.]
Trevor? Breakfast.