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Hm.

[That's sort of interesting, isn't it? The idea of not keeping track of favors owed. It's reassuring, in a way; the last thing he wants is to have to deal with trying to balance out one good deed for another until they're even, assigning value to action and tallying up either side. But on the other hand, exchanging favors is also an easy way of building a relationship in its early stages, and he wonders vaguely if that's Trevor's not-altogether-graceful way of suggesting that he doesn't want anything to do with him, once this is over.

That doesn't seem right, that latter idea, but who knows? Trevor Belmont is a man who won't throw a punch until the other person "is finished". Fuck knows how his mind works sometimes.]

Well, anyway. Here.

[He brings over a bowl and spoon, sets them in front of Trevor, then stalks back into the kitchen and returns summarily with a pot of beef udon, which he clunks down in front of him.]

This is what noodles taste like when they're not garbage. Eat.

Edited 2020-05-04 22:12 (UTC)

[ If there is any further explanation behind not wanting to keep track of favours, he doesn't seem to be offering it outright. Instead he looks over the contents of the pot, tilting his head while he decides whether he wants to fuck with Jotaro by saying that the thicker noodles look way more like worms, or- ]

What the shit, these aren't noodles. They're all wet and floppy.

You've got five seconds to put it in the bowl and start eating, or I'm taking it back and you're not getting any.

[LEAVE HIS FLOPPY WET NOODLES ALONE]

Eat.

The ones in the packets are all crunchy.

[ What was that he said before about trying not to piss of sanguises? APPARENTLY IT DOESN'T APPLY HERE.

But he does serve himself some of the noodles, because he does actually want food. ]

It's not the noodles' fucking fault you eat them wrong.

[OH MY GOD]

This is one of my better attempts. Not that you'd know the difference either way. But I care, and it came out right. So there.

[ So the words 'I care' are kind of magic words when it comes to dealing with Trevor. Anything like them. A statement that something matters. And so he shuts up, long enough to finish serving himself and set about eating. To take his first few mouthfuls in silence and actually consider them rather than just interacting with them the same way he usually interacts with food and trying to not starve as efficiently as possible. To eat the slower way that he usually only eats when Cordis is up. ]

So this is how it's meant to taste?

[...Hm. Well, that's certainly a change in attitude, isn't it? He wonders, vaguely, what it was that struck a chord. Something to think about another time, maybe.]

Close. It's still not the same as my mom's, but it's getting better.

[He hesitates a minute, then disappears into the kitchen and returns with a bowl of his own, sinking into a chair and spooning himself a helping — heavy on the meat — as well.]

...I didn't used to. Cook. Used to just drink beer and eat...whatever.

[He shrugs a little, ducking his head into his food.]

Now I cook.

[ Eating is useful, because it means he doesn't have to speak right away. There's a built-in reason to not respond immediately and he takes advantage of it, taking another few mouthfuls before he speaks again. ]

What changed?

[ It seems like the natural question. Even if he's half expecting 'and then I met this rad vampire who taught me the error of my ways'. Jotaro said he cared, and so at least for now he's trying. ]

Dr. Acula said my diet was shit.

[He actually doesn't know if Trevor will get that joke without seeing it in print first, and knowing what to expect. But maybe he'll get the connection anyway, just from the "doctor" part.]

...I didn't want to moonlace when I first got here. Didn't really want to do anything. Didn't sleep. Smoked a lot. Just ate whatever, I didn't care. Drank.

[HMMM SOUNDS LIKE DEPRESSION AND BAD COPING MECHANISMS SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE FROM THE 1400S TO THE 1900S I GUESS]

Seemed kind of hypocritical to be hassling him about not just taking a forever nap, but then not listen when he told me to take care of myself too. So. "Eat better" is one of the things I worked on.

Doctor-? [ It's easy enough to guess who Jotaro's talking about from context, but he's never seen 'Doctor' abbreviated like that. ] Oh.

[ It's almost laughable, isn't it? How pathetic the person he is sounds when it's someone else. It's also kind of laughable how predictable that all is. How he probably already knew, or why would he have gone out of his way to actually eat properly for the few days before offering Alucard blood? He knew that Alucard would be the exact fucking type to make a big deal of it. ]

Did it change anything? The eating better shit?

...I didn't stop having nightmares.

[That...wasn't what he meant to say, he doesn't think. It's more candor than he was expecting to show. But the words hang in the air, and he sort of gauges them as they fade into silence, and at the end he decides that saying them...wasn't as bad as he might once have expected it to be.

He shovels another mouthful of noodles past his lips, unknowingly using the same trick as Trevor, to buy himself a minute.]

But it meant I wasn't just sitting still. All of a sudden I had stuff I had to figure out. Choose something. Find a recipe. Go to the store, buy the stuff it needs. Figure out how to put it together. Make food come out.

[He's quiet another minute, reflecting.]

I had to try. That's what it changed.

[ His expression doesn't really change. Relaxes a little, maybe, though it wasn't particularly tense before. There's no pity. He doesn't look away. ]

You had to break living down into stupid little tasks with rules. That you could do right or fuck up and you'd know right away whether you did it right or fucked up.

[ He considers the noodles, and his tone is even. ]

Where if you follow all the rules to the fucking letter, it just works. Like it should.

Yeah.

[His spoon clinks against the edge of his bowl, idle tapping that does nothing to scoop up the contents within.]

Thing about cooking, you do it right and you get food. Then you have to eat it, or what was the fucking point.

[He pauses another moment.]

You know anything about boats? Sailing.

Less than most. Spent most of my life pretty far inland. Closest I'd know anything useful about is how to deal with the shit you might find out there.

[ He pokes idly at a vegetable that isn't, for once, a sliver of mystery green stuff rehydrated into something resembling a piece of paper that thought about a spring onion once. He's still thinking about the cooking thing, in truth. ]

A lot of it boils down to 'if you see a horse in the sea, that's weird and you shouldn't try to ride it', which seems like common sense.

O...kay.

[LORD TALKING TO BELMONTS IS SO WEIRD you never know when they're just going to say some shit like DON'T RIDE WEIRD HORSES YOU FIND IN THE SEA like okay, man, I wasn't gonna to begin with but thanks for the heads-up, cheers to that.]

So there's these parts of the ocean where there's no wind. Ships that sailed into them would get stuck, they'd be going and going and then all of a sudden there wasn't anything pushing them anymore. No wind filling their sails. They were just stuck.

[He swirls the broth in his bowl with the edge of his spoon.]

Hard to get out of something like that. You have to get down and row. But rowing's hard. You get tired. It'd be so much easier to just stop, except the wind's not coming back unless you get yourself out first.

[ He listens, despite the fact that Jotaro has not given proper confirmation that if he encounters a horse in the water he will not try to ride it. ]

Oh. That was a metaphor. [ And he lets go of his spoon for a moment. He could fuss at the food to pretend that that's the reason for the long silence but- at this point, there's no deception in it. ] Yeah.

It's fucked up. Things are so much easier here. I always know I'm going to be able to eat. Him and you are the only people who've ever even heard my name, as far as I know. Weird shit happens, but everyone ends up more or less safe. Can't even fucking die for real. Everything should be- you know. Better.

And it's not. Half the time it feels harder. Nothing but time to think.

...Are you waiting to see if I'll tell you I won't ride a water horse.

[Trevor's silence here is eerily like when he was just waiting around in the grocery store with are you done hanging in the air, and, well, Jotaro learns fast and hangs out with a lot of weird people.]

You get used to...

[What was it Alucard had said? Something something the whole world hating Trevor Belmont. He's probably not supposed to even know that, but there's the echo of it in what he says. The only people who've ever even heard my name. Like that's a good thing.

Funny how easy it would be to substitute in Joestar for Belmont and still have that sentiment make sense.]

...Everyone's out to get you. And then all of a sudden no one's out to get you. And it feels like you're what's wrong. You're what doesn't fit.

It's perfectly reasonable to want to be sure you're not going to ride a water horse.

[ Rude. But he sighs. This is the most emotionally fraught conversation about noodles he's ever had with a dragon. ]

...yeah. That. You'd think it'd be an improvement, to go from everyone wanting you dead to nobody caring that much. But you know how to deal with everyone wanting you dead.

You know, I could tell you anything you wanted to hear about things half the world doesn't even believe are real. Couldn't tell you the first fucking thing about how you go about being a human.

If I see a water horse I won't ride the water horse.

[...Now he wants to see a water horse. Fuck. It's like not thinking about pink elephants!]

...Anyway. You already know how to do the first thing. You already did it.

[He sets his spoon down, staring into his udon broth for a long moment. Then, eventually, he glances back up again and points a clawed fingertip at the hideous boyband mug keeping them company on the table.]

Somebody needed help, and you didn't have to help them, and you did. That's the first thing about being human. That's what we do that the monsters don't.

There, was that so hard?

[ He watches Jotaro's hands, follows the motion of his finger to look at the perfectly servicable mug. It has a handle. It can hold liquids. Or, in this case, clay made of thief bone. It's a mug, Jotaro. It can have boybands on it and it doesn't make it a bad mug. ]

You've known better humans than me, I suppose.

Kinda. I want to ride a water horse now.

[He shakes his head, ducking it slightly before setting down his spoon, groaning, and rubbing a hand down his face.]

Known worse ones than you, too. What's your point?

Better humans than I've known, I mean. Never really thought of that kind of shit as a defining characteristic of humanity.

[ He puts a lot of thought into his noodles, at that, because they're not the conversation. They're- good. And it's weird to think that. Weird to care what food tastes like. Wrong. He'd be furious with himself for it a few months ago, for the pointlessness of it. ]

Don't ride the water horse. They're sticky.

Oh. You meant it like that.

[What does it say about Jotaro that he just automatically assumes that Trevor is being self-deprecating when he says something like that? Well, given the response, it doesn't even sound like he was that far off.

But anyway.]

So what happens, I stick to the horse and then it drowns me before I can get off again?

Pretty much. Most of them don't mean any harm, they just- they're sticky. And they like humans, and get excited if they encounter them. Fight over them sometimes, so if you don't drown then you get stuck to two different horses going in opposite directions get your skin ripped off by the losing one. Best way to deal with them is to throw them someone's clothes. Makes them happy.

[ FACTS ABOUT STICKY WET HORSES. ]

Thanks. Did I say thanks before? For being there for him. It's not that I'm not trying to do right by him, but- shit.

...Do they think that the clothes are a person? They identify people by clothes?

[This is a dangerous road to go down, oh lord. Still, though, he quiets at the returned mention of Alucard, and glances again toward the hideous mug before folding his hands and resting his chin on them.]

But what?

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