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[petcromancer]

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[quickwhip]

Right. That's... why I'm telling you.

[ So not awkward. Talking into this... device. ]

[petcromancer]

Ok, noted.

But you know I'm never going to come over, right? Not unless there's an actual crises. Your dhampir barely tolerates me on neutral ground.

[quickwhip]

Alucard sometimes walks around with a stick up his ass, I won't disagree there.

[ He can say that since they're A THING and all. ]

But he's still dealing with Dracula's death. Not so sure he'll ever really be over it. Just give him time. Maybe he'll come around.

[petcromancer]

[Hector is not commenting on the depth and frequency of that stick, because Trevor and Alucard are a thing and all. Even if Alucard would probably benefit much more from Trevor's stick, which he can say since he's had the thing.]

I'm not optimistic. He won't kill me, mostly because he likes my dog. I don't see us ever getting much beyond that.

...Did you need anything else?

[quickwhip]

[ Alucard's a shy soft boy who needs to be wined and dined before he can get that far ok?? But fine. He won't press it and he's not about to try and make Alucard change his mind about being a stubborn asshole. He gets it since Hector is- was in favor of Dracula's methods. But... yeah. Just yeah.

Maybe it comes from seeing how desperate Hector had been to please him that he sees him a little differently than Alucard does. Or something. Sypha thinks him naïve after all. ]

Mmno. Just wanted to let you know in case you ever need to find me. You know, save you from monsters and all.

[ Both the human and un-human kind. ]

[petcromancer]

[You see, this, this right here is why phones are the worst. In text form, Hector could just say 'sure'. Instead, Trevor gets to hear his voice go soft, hesitant.]

...Belmont.... [Who'd save a Forgemaster? Who'd even want to? Apparently, the answer is this one big, stupid, blue-eyed hero.]

I'm not helpless. [It's a token protest, because he's lost any power he'd had to defend himself, and he's a fucking sheep now.]

But... call me when you're hungry. Or whatever.

[quickwhip]

I... wasn't saying you were?

[ He thinks. ]

Look. Some shit happened a few months ago to... some of us... [ he won't say himself but it sure did ] ...and maybe I just want to make sure you're ok.

[petcromancer]

The people who did that were dealt with, weren't they?

...but thanks. [He's not used to people actually caring how he is.]

[quickwhip]

Yeah, but... you never know.

[ Or something. ]

Anyways. Just... letting you know. Take it easy.

[petcromancer]

Alright. If there's trouble that a silver axe can't solve, I'll call you.