[ With a gentle hum and a reluctant slip of his fingers from Alucard's, Trevor slowly makes his way to the couch in the living room and drops himself down onto it with a sigh. His head knocks back, eyes lazily staring to the ceiling, and he feels as if he could fall asleep just like this until nightfall rouses him.
But instead, he whines to himself as he hunches over and begins the slow task of removing his boots, letting them drop one at a time before he flops over onto the couch on his side and lets his eyes fall shut. Breathing slow. Hand touching the floor. Wondering how much longer he has like this. ]
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But instead, he whines to himself as he hunches over and begins the slow task of removing his boots, letting them drop one at a time before he flops over onto the couch on his side and lets his eyes fall shut. Breathing slow. Hand touching the floor. Wondering how much longer he has like this. ]