[ That's about as responsive as Trevor's likely to be right now, honestly.
Elisabeta is excited to go out, even (especially) as a pup. She does briefly change into a toddler shape, sticking her arms out so that she can have a coat put onto her (Grandma Radio gets upset if she doesn't remember her coat!), and just continues to attempt to make howling noises constantly throughout until she's a dog once more and can howl properly again.
She charges in when she sees other dogs, howling and yipping and attempting to roughhouse with dogs significantly larger than her only to get blown off. Some of them make noises back, which is delightful, and some of them play with her. It takes about an hour for the fun to wear her out entirely.
Which, of course, she announces by walking over to Alucard, yawning, and then falling asleep with there, on his feet. ]
[Alucard gets Trevor tucked into bed first. That's the second most important thing after making sure the little wolf has on her coat, and Alucard's careful to make sure Trevor is warm and has something to snug onto. Sypha's pillow, as it turns out.
The car's windows remain open in hope that sticking one's head out might quell the howling. Alucard isn't surprised when the attempt fails, but he's so, so pleased that the moment they enter the dog park, all the energy gets redistributed. Watching his tiny dog child romp with other dogs is a new level of stupidly cute, especially when the other dogs go with it.
He talks to a few of the owners. Lies about ages to suit how Elisabeta looks as a pup, and oh, when she walks over and sleeps on his feet? That's the very best thing of all.
She's scooped up in a moment, and carried back to the car. She's buckled in as best a sleeping pup can be, and Alucard drives back with a sense of victory. He carries her out of the car just as gently, and then?
Then he goes right to bed. Pup and all. Ready to sleep for a million years.]
[Alucard's quick to wrap his arms around Trevor's waist, aware that while he might be the little spoon now, the Belmont is also going to always be the bulkiest spoon of the three of them.
Leave it to Elisabeta to be put on Sypha's pillow. She's still asleep, snoring little wolfy snores.]
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[ That's about as responsive as Trevor's likely to be right now, honestly.
Elisabeta is excited to go out, even (especially) as a pup. She does briefly change into a toddler shape, sticking her arms out so that she can have a coat put onto her (Grandma Radio gets upset if she doesn't remember her coat!), and just continues to attempt to make howling noises constantly throughout until she's a dog once more and can howl properly again.
She charges in when she sees other dogs, howling and yipping and attempting to roughhouse with dogs significantly larger than her only to get blown off. Some of them make noises back, which is delightful, and some of them play with her. It takes about an hour for the fun to wear her out entirely.
Which, of course, she announces by walking over to Alucard, yawning, and then falling asleep with there, on his feet. ]
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The car's windows remain open in hope that sticking one's head out might quell the howling. Alucard isn't surprised when the attempt fails, but he's so, so pleased that the moment they enter the dog park, all the energy gets redistributed. Watching his tiny dog child romp with other dogs is a new level of stupidly cute, especially when the other dogs go with it.
He talks to a few of the owners. Lies about ages to suit how Elisabeta looks as a pup, and oh, when she walks over and sleeps on his feet? That's the very best thing of all.
She's scooped up in a moment, and carried back to the car. She's buckled in as best a sleeping pup can be, and Alucard drives back with a sense of victory. He carries her out of the car just as gently, and then?
Then he goes right to bed. Pup and all. Ready to sleep for a million years.]
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He is, predictably, firmly attached to the pillow when Alucard returns. He's still a light sleeper, even now, so he stirs as Alucard enters. ]
Blessed silence. [ He looks up blearily. ] It worked, then?
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[Alucard's quick to wrap his arms around Trevor's waist, aware that while he might be the little spoon now, the Belmont is also going to always be the bulkiest spoon of the three of them.
Leave it to Elisabeta to be put on Sypha's pillow. She's still asleep, snoring little wolfy snores.]
Go back to sleep.