[ There's a long, long pause. Like it's taking everything he has to not WELL ACTUALLY that and go off on a long tangent about cats. ]
...yeah, that's probably right.
[ He's finished his noodles, so he's not entirely sure what to do to avoid looking like he's thinking about that last statement too hard. So he just continues to mime eating noodles. Nailed it. ]
That's- shit. Kind of sad. And a nightmare scenario, as far as not fucking him up worse than he already is goes. Going to hurt him by being around, going to hurt him by buggering off.
[ Trevor this is like the seventeenth time you've randomly brought him up as a conversation topic, you talk only to him and his boyfriend when you're not mindfucked into socialising by being turned into a moth and you're pretending to eat noodles to avoid saying that you have to think for a moment.
Yes. It's obvious. ]
It's not like he's the only person. [ Or it is, but that's not the problem. ] More like- the only thing that still makes sense.
[ In more than one way. He knows what home was like because he was there in Wallachia. But he knows what it was like in the other sense of the word, too. Because there are thousands of Wallachians who wouldn't know what it was like. What rot it was, and how it deserved protection anyway. ]
Maybe I should. [ A LONG AWKWARD PAUSE. ] Thanks for the noodles, too. I- guess it probably doesn't mean a whole lot if I say they're good. Not exactly a food expert here. But they're better than the crunchy ones.
I'm not even that good at cooking. There are plenty of places that are way better.
[But it's not really about the food, is it? Of course not. The food is just the excuse for all the things they're not going to say, because they're Guys and since when do Guys Do That.]
...Thanks, though. Nice to know I can do something right, at least.
Is this the part where I'm socially obligated to say that you're not a fuckup? Because I can't think of any examples off the top of my head other than turnip-stacking. And holding down a job, I guess. But, you know. I'm sure there are others.
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...yeah, that's probably right.
[ He's finished his noodles, so he's not entirely sure what to do to avoid looking like he's thinking about that last statement too hard. So he just continues to mime eating noodles. Nailed it. ]
That's- shit. Kind of sad. And a nightmare scenario, as far as not fucking him up worse than he already is goes. Going to hurt him by being around, going to hurt him by buggering off.
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...
How about he just puts some more noodles in Trevor's bowl and they pretend like that didn't just happen.]
Sad for you too. He's the only thing you've got here, isn't he?
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[ Trevor this is like the seventeenth time you've randomly brought him up as a conversation topic, you talk only to him and his boyfriend when you're not mindfucked into socialising by being turned into a moth and you're pretending to eat noodles to avoid saying that you have to think for a moment.
Yes. It's obvious. ]
It's not like he's the only person. [ Or it is, but that's not the problem. ] More like- the only thing that still makes sense.
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[Also, like. All of the other stuff. Plus the whole "eh fuck it just kill me and take my skull to help him, that'll probably be fine" thing.]
You should tell him that. That he makes sense, I mean. I don't think he knows.
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[ In more than one way. He knows what home was like because he was there in Wallachia. But he knows what it was like in the other sense of the word, too. Because there are thousands of Wallachians who wouldn't know what it was like. What rot it was, and how it deserved protection anyway. ]
Maybe I should. [ A LONG AWKWARD PAUSE. ] Thanks for the noodles, too. I- guess it probably doesn't mean a whole lot if I say they're good. Not exactly a food expert here. But they're better than the crunchy ones.
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[But it's not really about the food, is it? Of course not. The food is just the excuse for all the things they're not going to say, because they're Guys and since when do Guys Do That.]
...Thanks, though. Nice to know I can do something right, at least.
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[ Yeah, he knows that kind of talk. ]
Is this the part where I'm socially obligated to say that you're not a fuckup? Because I can't think of any examples off the top of my head other than turnip-stacking. And holding down a job, I guess. But, you know. I'm sure there are others.
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[He shrugs.]
I've fucked things up before. I probably still will. I'm just saying it helps to find out firsthand there's stuff I get right, too.
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[ And keeping the vampire happy. Also important. But even he's aware by now that he's bringing up Alucard a frankly inappropriate amount. ]
Well you have my list, for what it's worth. Noodles, turnip-stacking, holding down a job.
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[He raises a finger, as if to indicate "one more".]
I think you gave it a "not bad" the last time I hit you.
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And throwing a punch. You've got pretty much everything you'll ever need to do covered, assuming most of your problems are punchable or turnip-based.