Alucard, the son of the only woman in the universe who had the balls to call out Dracula on his bs and survive, is a statistical outlier and should not be counted anyway.
In that case, he would direct Trevor to the free, public housing. Peter worked hard to get that cottage, he wanted to keep it in one piece and clean from any guts and blood. Being a monster hunter and being a lover weren't mutually exclusive, it was only a matter of giving it a try. Both jobs involved getting close and personal with someone else and then impaling them.
"Suit yourself, but I'll only buy you two more. Make them last this time." While he didn't mind sharing his gains, Peter was not made of money and he didn't like being taken advantatge of. Some weeks ago, he had to take some ridiculous and questionable jobs at the spa to earn the credits he had now, and that was an experience he wasn't too keen in repeating.
He had to stop himself from smiling further at the cynicism in Trevor's voice because it was all too familiar. He had also been waiting for the shoe to drop when he first got here, and he still didn't trust the Augur's intentions now, but that only motivated Peter to not be completely shitty towards other islanders.
"No catch, in my case, I like having someone to talk to." Peter misses hanging out with people for the sake of hanging out with people, with no ulterior motives or because he's trying to bed someone. Don't get him wrong, he was fine with the sex and no attachments, more so because he used it to cope with his own issues, but it could be tiring and shallow.
"But it's true that we don't wake up on the beach out of the blue, the Augur brought us here because it thinks we can help the planet heal and improve. And offense is still taken. Fuck you, I'm a delight." Peter scoffed, grinning back all the way to make it clear he wasn't in the least offended despite his rude words, and that he wasn't insulting Trevor seriously either. "Do you hang around gorgeous death people often, hm?"
Peter knows a soft-spoken, lovely guy with pink hair who makes tea out of corpses. He wouldn't be surprised at this point to discover that Trevor had weird hobbies and evne weirder friends. Pestering the nearby robot earned him a laugh from Peter, even as the poor thing moves away from them while sounding as irritated as this robot were capable of looking.
"Yes, the metal guys with the charming personalities are robots. They're not dumb, but they're not very useful either. And they like to play matchmaker because you see, the whole 'help us heal the planet' stuff the Augur promotes here is done by generating Eros energy. So, basically...fucking. You're now living in a sex island, congratulations."
He could sugar coat it, probably, but he wanted to see Trevor's reaction to the news and not beat around the bush.
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In that case, he would direct Trevor to the free, public housing. Peter worked hard to get that cottage, he wanted to keep it in one piece and clean from any guts and blood. Being a monster hunter and being a lover weren't mutually exclusive, it was only a matter of giving it a try. Both jobs involved getting close and personal with someone else and then impaling them.
"Suit yourself, but I'll only buy you two more. Make them last this time." While he didn't mind sharing his gains, Peter was not made of money and he didn't like being taken advantatge of. Some weeks ago, he had to take some ridiculous and questionable jobs at the spa to earn the credits he had now, and that was an experience he wasn't too keen in repeating.
He had to stop himself from smiling further at the cynicism in Trevor's voice because it was all too familiar. He had also been waiting for the shoe to drop when he first got here, and he still didn't trust the Augur's intentions now, but that only motivated Peter to not be completely shitty towards other islanders.
"No catch, in my case, I like having someone to talk to." Peter misses hanging out with people for the sake of hanging out with people, with no ulterior motives or because he's trying to bed someone. Don't get him wrong, he was fine with the sex and no attachments, more so because he used it to cope with his own issues, but it could be tiring and shallow.
"But it's true that we don't wake up on the beach out of the blue, the Augur brought us here because it thinks we can help the planet heal and improve. And offense is still taken. Fuck you, I'm a delight." Peter scoffed, grinning back all the way to make it clear he wasn't in the least offended despite his rude words, and that he wasn't insulting Trevor seriously either. "Do you hang around gorgeous death people often, hm?"
Peter knows a soft-spoken, lovely guy with pink hair who makes tea out of corpses. He wouldn't be surprised at this point to discover that Trevor had weird hobbies and evne weirder friends. Pestering the nearby robot earned him a laugh from Peter, even as the poor thing moves away from them while sounding as irritated as this robot were capable of looking.
"Yes, the metal guys with the charming personalities are robots. They're not dumb, but they're not very useful either. And they like to play matchmaker because you see, the whole 'help us heal the planet' stuff the Augur promotes here is done by generating Eros energy. So, basically...fucking. You're now living in a sex island, congratulations."
He could sugar coat it, probably, but he wanted to see Trevor's reaction to the news and not beat around the bush.