INBOX

[blasphemare]

TEXT | CALL | VIDEO

Comments

[doesitanyway]

I'm sure he's simply bristling against the necessity, not your kindness. He'll come around by the time his three months are up. I was similarly stubborn, at first.

[ Of course, he didn't know anyone, either. ]

We'll probably have to check in to be sure he's making quota. The last thing he needs is to be sent to realignment.

[blasphemare]

I suppose we are all stubborn.

_{[A sigh slips her as she moves to take a sip of her water, finally bothering to look at the menu she'd been handed. It's easier to focus on the text in front of her than talk about Alucard being unable to meet quota.]}

If he doesn't we'll have to take matters into our own hands. Somehow.

_{[Says the virgin considering the battered fish and chips for her dinner.]}

[doesitanyway]

[ Somehow, she says, as if she doesn't have multiple mirrors in her residence. ]

I think you stand a better chance of convincing him to play along.

[blasphemare]

Maybe...but maybe not.

_{[Making her decision she closes her menu, resisting the urge to prop it up on the table in front of her.]}

Sometimes he seems unreachable. He was also frightened of me, when he first ran into me. I think something happened to him Trevor, but I don't know what. I touched his arm and he jumped away from me, as if I had harmed him...

_{[What if she had? Just what had her future self been up to?]}

[doesitanyway]

Frightened..? He was furious with me, to the point he threatened me with what he thought was a weapon.

[ He sets his own menu down, frowning. ]

I couldn't get him to tell me what had happened, either.

[blasphemare]

He was scared Trevor...I have never seen him look at me in such a way before.

_{[It had hurt but she had been too annoyed with him to let it get to her.]}

Something must have happened to him after we left the castle.

[doesitanyway]

I agree with you that something must have happened, but forcing him to talk about it would probably only put him back in a state. For what it's worth, he seemed relieved when I told him we do come back...

[ It had hurt him as well, to have his friend so angry as to threaten violence after all they'd been through. But above all else it was worrying. Sypha's account makes it even moreso. ]

He does tend to bottle things up, doesn't he?

[blasphemare]

You're right. He will tell us on his own time, when he's ready.

_{[Even if it's her nature to poke and prod and pry, she has enough sense to leave Alucard alone in this particular instance.]}

He does, but don't we all? You and I are no better. Well, maybe a little better.

[doesitanyway]

...I don't bottle.

[ He does. Also, he denies. ]

[blasphemare]

Oh yes you do. Don't start with me, Trevor Belmont. You bottle - fermented and everything.

[doesitanyway]

...at least it's alcoholic hypothetical emotion, then.

[blasphemare]

_{[That gets a laugh out of her.]}

Of course it is. Do you know what you're going to order?

[doesitanyway]

[ Her laugh makes him a bit less surly about the fact she's called out his maladaptive coping mechanisms. ]

I do, yes.

[ He points out the item on the menu, since she'll need to order for him. It seems such a small thing, now... he remembers bristling and starving himself for days back when he first arrived, lest he have to kneel at camp. ]

[blasphemare]

_{[Raising her hand she flags down the waitress, pointing out their order. It's thankfully a quick and painless process.]}

If there is one thing I am excited for in this place it's the food they have. There are so many things to try.

[doesitanyway]

I must admit, that's been one of my favorite things here.

[ He's excited to watch Sypha experience the range of cuisines as well. ]

[blasphemare]

I'm interested in what these 'French fries' will be.

_{[And what do they have to do with France?]}

You'll share some of what you ordered with me, right?

[doesitanyway]

They're potatoes cooked in oil until crisp. And of course I will.

[blasphemare]

That sounds delicious.

_{[She's clearly pleased that he's willing to share his grub with her, and soon enough both their plates are set down in front of them.]}

This smells amazing...

[doesitanyway]

[ The first thing Trevor does is cut Sypha a hearty portion of his own dinner, which as they're at a seafood restaurant and he's gotten pretty adventurous with food, is blackened catfish. He sets it on the edge of her plate before trying a bite himself -- glad to find it's not too spicy so she won't be shocked. ]

[blasphemare]

_{[It doesn't take Sypha too long to dig in, clearly enjoying every bite she takes both of her own dinner and what Trevor has offered up. Between the fish and the fries she's found herself in a state of bliss.]}

How do they make it taste so good? I could eat this forever.

[doesitanyway]

Cooking in these times is an art I haven't yet mastered.

[ But he might ask someone to teach him so he can impress her, now, seeing how much she enjoys modern food. ]

[blasphemare]

Ah...

_{[Cooking. That's right. She's going to have to learn how to do that...at least the modern way.]}

I only know how to cook over an open fire.

[doesitanyway]

Maybe we can learn together.

...

Maybe we should find a tutor.

[blasphemare]

That's...actually a great idea.

_{[Don't mind her as she shoves another fry into her mouth.]}

Surely we can find someone who will be willing to show us how.

[doesitanyway]

All we need to do is ask on the network, probably.