["An actual bed," Trevor almost quips back at him, part innuendo and part honest (sleeping on the ground for as long as he has is grating at best). It dies in his throat when Alucard slides easily into his space, lithe frame obscuring his view of the fire and a light, almost incidental pressure of a leg pressed between his own. It's nothing like being pinned to the floor the way he'd wound up when they met, obviously, for god's sake— but Trevor can't help but think that not long ago he'd never have let a vampire within spitting distance of himself, let alone... this.
He doesn't even like Alucard, he thinks as he half-heartedly brushes dirt off his hand on his pant leg before settling that hand on Alucard's hip. To keep him steady, of course, so he doesn't tip forward and puncture anything important with that mouth of his. The bastard, and so on.]
You could start by pretending you don't think I'm an idiot.
[Just a suggestion. Trevor is, uh, flexible with it. He lifts his other hand without thinking to reach around behind Alucard and gather up his several tons of hair and pull it back over his shoulder-- just so it's out of his face, since Alucard has taken it upon himself to climb over him like this. Only reason.]
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He doesn't even like Alucard, he thinks as he half-heartedly brushes dirt off his hand on his pant leg before settling that hand on Alucard's hip. To keep him steady, of course, so he doesn't tip forward and puncture anything important with that mouth of his. The bastard, and so on.]
You could start by pretending you don't think I'm an idiot.
[Just a suggestion. Trevor is, uh, flexible with it. He lifts his other hand without thinking to reach around behind Alucard and gather up his several tons of hair and pull it back over his shoulder-- just so it's out of his face, since Alucard has taken it upon himself to climb over him like this. Only reason.]