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[atowncalledtreffy]

Trevor snorts.

“That’s not the stupidest thing. The stupidest thing is that we MET that shithead wizard months before and I believed his lies, didn’t even think to question how he got a key to the infinite corridor. And here I call myself a hunter. If I had just figured out his bullshit plan a few days sooner, the castle would have been fine.”

[draculabutbackwards]

"Fine, we both fucked up," Adrian says, though he still thinks Trevor did rather less of it. "That is even worse, though. There must have been a lot of planning. At no point did they think to have him knock on the door and say he knew you two? He'd have had the run of the place." Adrian was, admittedly, not quite so trusting by then, and there were a few corpses on sticks by the front steps that he fully intends for Trevor never to know about. But still. It would have worked.

[atowncalledtreffy]

“I don’t think he knew we knew each other or he’d have used that to his advantage.” Trevor shrugs a little.

“We were sort of in the middle of a fucked up situation between a town and a cult of insane priests. He just so happened to show up around the same time.”

[draculabutbackwards]

He struggles to imagine that was a secret when apparently The Alucard is rumored thousands of miles away. The people clearly had vampire allies. But maybe they were just incompetent in that single respect. His eyes flicker a bit as he processes that and finally he just nods. "Right, those."

[atowncalledtreffy]

He snorts, and rolls over.

“Go to sleep, Adrian. Sorry, go rest.”

[draculabutbackwards]

He wants to get the last word, but Belmont hasn't left him much of an opening. He opens his mouth, finds no retort, and just holds what he hopes is a dignified silence and not a stupefied one.

Adrian honestly expects not to sleep. He usually doesn't, and he had quite a rousing. But a long, meandering conversation, a few muttered secrets soothed away, a deep exhaustion born in a situation that seems to have no remedy-- Sleep catches him after all.

And if Trevor isn't protected by the puppy he's likely to wake up as a pillow.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Trevor doesn't even realize he's managed to get the last word in. He's sound asleep; he has to be able to rest where he can, and this has been a hellish night of murder for him. Better get some rest while he can trust Adrian to look out for him.

Lucy, for her part, has wriggled her way to the end of the bed, sprawled out there where she won't be too hot or cold. Leaving Trevor wide open for his transformation into a pillow.

He squints his eyes open a few hours later, and lets out a huff of amusement.

[draculabutbackwards]

In one small mercy, at least Adrian hasn't wrapped around him or anything truly mortifying. Just closed the distance and wound up with his head on Trevor's shoulder and a hand on his arm. Trevor's huff may very well cost him a mouthful of hair, and it's enough to spook Adrian awake and bolt upright a second later.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Trevor yelps when Adrian glomps onto his hair and gives him an elbow to the rib cage.

"Hey!"

That wakes up Lucy, who starts yelping in excitement and won't stop.

[draculabutbackwards]

Adrian, flustered as he is, chooses to bull on through. "Well, it's morning and there've been no immediately violent reprisals." Is it morning? He doesn't know. Getting up now, anyway. That didn't happen.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Lucy is barking madly, scrambling off the bed to yell at the door like she thinks someone is coming in. Trevor, with the most incredible bed head of all Belmonts, sits up and rubs at his face.

"Were you drooling on me?"

[draculabutbackwards]

Very busy putting his boots on, sorry. His own hair is a sorry tumble, but it's heavy enough that the chaos can't actually stick up, just tangle wildly. "No." He wishes he had something witty. Nothing comes to mind.

[atowncalledtreffy]

He rubs his face with the back of his hand, amazed as it comes away wet.

"You were. You drooled on me."

[draculabutbackwards]

One boot laced. Not as tidily as he likes, but he's nearly secured his escape. "Eat shit and die."

[atowncalledtreffy]

"That's my line." He protests, and rolls over on the other side of the bed to go scrub his face. Only Lucy stands in Adrian's way, pawing over to him and grabbing one of his bootlaces in her mouth to pull at it.

[draculabutbackwards]

"Deal with--Oh, honestly. That is not for little dogs. Hey!" He does his best to neatly and carefully extract the lace. Which of course seems like a cool game of fight me to Lucy, who redoubles her efforts.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Trevor sticks his head out of the door of the bathroom to watch, and gives a rough laugh when he sees what's happening.

"Attagirl, Lucy. Attack."

[draculabutbackwards]

Adrian finally saves what's left of his bootlace by picking her up entirely, at which point she loses interest in anything but licking him. "Here's your drool machine," he says flatly, knowing he's full of shit and not caring.

[atowncalledtreffy]

"If I were you, I'd watch who I'd call 'drool machine'." He teases, walking over to save Adrian from the excitable puppy.

[draculabutbackwards]

Adrian is quite close to being defeated, not knowing how to discourage her without being rough, and has had his hair pulled and one cheek thoroughly slobbered in revenge before Trevor's intervention. "You two are a perfect match."

[atowncalledtreffy]

"And you're a cat in human form." He snarks back, and wrestles with his dog, using one hand to hold her and his other to play around her muzzle, letting her snap at his fingers and pulling them away deftly.

[draculabutbackwards]

"Close enough as makes no matter," Adrian agrees absently, distant enough now from the way he woke up that he's calmed down and is no longer in a frantic rush to put distance between them. "Sleep enough?" Which is his way of asking how Trevor is doing.

[atowncalledtreffy]

He snorts, and ties on the sling so that Lucy can be strapped to his back. She can walk, but Trevor is wildly overprotective and doesn't like the idea of her getting lost or seized by an enemy for the opportunity.

"Yeah. I think I have to wait in this room until Lark comes to get me."

[draculabutbackwards]

"The leash is that tight, then?" Adrian doesn't like this. He doesn't consider that to be Trevor's problem, and won't insult him by offering it as condolence. He doesn't know what would work better, keep the man from diving headlong into more violent disgrace, because clearly reason won't do it and he's not the person to handle it.

But he's not terribly hard to read, either.

[atowncalledtreffy]

“Mmn.” He grunts in the affirmative, already feeling claustrophobic.

“It’s either this or get locked in. And if I’m going to get locked in I’d rather it be for a better reason than ‘got bored and wanted a stroll’.”