[Trevor's steady enough on his feet. This is old hat, getting around while partially (extremely) inebriated, and he's not about to let some slippery floors best him now!
Maybe. It's slow-going but he gropes for a couple towels as they reach the cabinet. One is momentarily forgotten on the floor, in favor of wrapping the other snuggly around Adrian's shoulders. Satisfied that it's not going anywhere, and after a few hilariously-failed attempts, Trevor sighs and plants himself on the floor, to snatch the towel up and start scrubbing his hair dry.
And he absolutely does not care how nude he is right now.]
[Alucard just holds onto the Belmont. Keeps an eye on him and--]]
Come on.
[He isn't above princess carrying his drunk boyfriend. Which is what Alucard does right here and now, bending down and then gathering the whole Belmont up in his arms.]
[Once upon a time, this had been disconcerting. By all rights, Adrian shouldn't be able to haul him around like he's nothing, but this isn't the first time, and it's probably not going to be the last. Lucky Adrian.]
I can walk myself, damnit. [Can, but won't, if his arms curling around Adrian's shoulders are any indication.]
[There. That's all Alucard could have asked for - Trevor complying with this, arms around his own shoulders. They're comfy enough, and Alucard takes care to float them both up the steps. It's smoother if he does that, and then? Then he just floats right on into the bedroom.
It's nothing, getting Trevor down on the bed.]
Let me get some pillows together so you're not lying down--
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[Because he was watching the pirate movie while he drank.]
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[He sighs.]
Let's dry your ass and balls off and go rest, hm?
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[Not that he's complaining, but honestly, it just seems impractical to leave the rest of him wet.]
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[Either way, Alucard just helps Trevor up, mindful not to move too fast.]
You are getting into bed after that though, am I understood?
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[Trevor's steady enough on his feet. This is old hat, getting around while partially (extremely) inebriated, and he's not about to let some slippery floors best him now!
Maybe. It's slow-going but he gropes for a couple towels as they reach the cabinet. One is momentarily forgotten on the floor, in favor of wrapping the other snuggly around Adrian's shoulders. Satisfied that it's not going anywhere, and after a few hilariously-failed attempts, Trevor sighs and plants himself on the floor, to snatch the towel up and start scrubbing his hair dry.
And he absolutely does not care how nude he is right now.]
I'll just sleep here. Stairs are difficult.
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Come on.
[He isn't above princess carrying his drunk boyfriend. Which is what Alucard does right here and now, bending down and then gathering the whole Belmont up in his arms.]
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I can walk myself, damnit. [Can, but won't, if his arms curling around Adrian's shoulders are any indication.]
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[There. That's all Alucard could have asked for - Trevor complying with this, arms around his own shoulders. They're comfy enough, and Alucard takes care to float them both up the steps. It's smoother if he does that, and then? Then he just floats right on into the bedroom.
It's nothing, getting Trevor down on the bed.]
Let me get some pillows together so you're not lying down--