You'd be surprised, he personally knows one that can wander around freely in the light. Though, Alucard isn't your usual run-of-the-mill vampire so, maybe he doesn't count. But there are other things that creep in the night that can venture out in the day too! You can never be too careful, Peter.
Oh, please, no. Never trust Trevor with real estate! The last time he stepped foot on family soil, he only went and bloody well ruined it with monster blood and rubble. Best not to leave him alone somewhere you value. The free apartments sound nice enough, though, he's used to being alone so the nose of other people living so close to him, might be rather unsettling to get used to. He's kinda a hermit these days.
Honestly, he would have probably just scoffed at the idea he was brought to a sex Island of all places. He was a monster hunter, not a lover! Still, if it means an easy life, he might be willing to go along with it for a while. But yes, having a few more details when he arrived might have made things less confusing.
"Still am." He said, raising his glass to one of the small mechanical waiters as they passed, signaling he wanted more alcohol. Narrowing his eyes as he leans in over the table a little towards Peter. "Help each other? Sure, but what's the catch?" There's always a catch, he knows that much. Perhaps Trevor could pay Peter back for the meal and the drinks when he starts earning credits of his own, that would be helping out a bro, right?
"I dunno, I've seen more attractive with less of a pulse before." A pause and a smile. "No offense." Grinning at Peter, it was just a playful dig, he wasn't attracted to the undead. Inhaling slowly through his nose and nodding after Peter said off of that. "Actually, strange space rocks sounds perfectly normal, all things considered. Hm? Oh, robots? Are those these guys?" Tapping his knuckles on one of the robot's heads as it zoomed past them, knocking off kilt for a moment as it spat out some annoying sounds at the Belmont before continuing on its way. "No. Why? What's the catch? We all turn into pumpkins at midnight or someshit?"
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Oh, please, no. Never trust Trevor with real estate! The last time he stepped foot on family soil, he only went and bloody well ruined it with monster blood and rubble. Best not to leave him alone somewhere you value. The free apartments sound nice enough, though, he's used to being alone so the nose of other people living so close to him, might be rather unsettling to get used to. He's kinda a hermit these days.
Honestly, he would have probably just scoffed at the idea he was brought to a sex Island of all places. He was a monster hunter, not a lover! Still, if it means an easy life, he might be willing to go along with it for a while. But yes, having a few more details when he arrived might have made things less confusing.
"Still am." He said, raising his glass to one of the small mechanical waiters as they passed, signaling he wanted more alcohol. Narrowing his eyes as he leans in over the table a little towards Peter. "Help each other? Sure, but what's the catch?" There's always a catch, he knows that much. Perhaps Trevor could pay Peter back for the meal and the drinks when he starts earning credits of his own, that would be helping out a bro, right?
"I dunno, I've seen more attractive with less of a pulse before." A pause and a smile. "No offense." Grinning at Peter, it was just a playful dig, he wasn't attracted to the undead. Inhaling slowly through his nose and nodding after Peter said off of that. "Actually, strange space rocks sounds perfectly normal, all things considered. Hm? Oh, robots? Are those these guys?" Tapping his knuckles on one of the robot's heads as it zoomed past them, knocking off kilt for a moment as it spat out some annoying sounds at the Belmont before continuing on its way. "No. Why? What's the catch? We all turn into pumpkins at midnight or someshit?"