In all honesty, Trevor would welcome a familiar face. Just... Just don't tell them that if they do happen to show up here!
Trevor could do with some stability in his life, he'd just fight against it is all. Though, if they became closer friends in the future, Trevor would happily take the offer of staying at the cottage some time! If you can insult each other and still laugh about it later, then you're the kinda person he wants to be friends with.
Raising a brow as Peter seemed to go for it! Okay! Sure! Trevor blinked a few times, straightening his back, about to shake that hand until his own was slapped. Not really used to high fives and all, so he chuckled and copied Peter, grabbing a handful of food to soak up the alcohol in his stomach already. "It's a good deal for me. That's the main thing right?" He's a cheeky fucker.
They seem to have some similarities in them. Other than the glaringly obvious differences, such as Peter looked clean and smelt fucking wonderful! But yes, the jokes landed, it was refreshing, almost as refreshing as the beer, having someone to joke about with and so soon upon washing up on the beach. As much as he hated to admit it, Trevor enjoyed his little shit-slinging matches with Alucard.
" Tch, tell me about it." He laughed and sighed, looking a little sombre for a moment before tipping his tankard up and supping the last of his drink down with a muted burp. Sounds familiar... Sypha was more than capable of kicking Trevor's ass and she was stunning. God, he misses her already.
Actually, come to think of it, Trevor would rather the dead be made into tea than Night Creatures any day. This Tearomancer friend of Peter's might come in handy should a Forgemaster show up here.
Listen, he'd rather lose blood than lose a drop of alcohol okay. he's on his own here, it's the closest thing to comfort he has. He doesn't have a problem, you have a problem, shut up, you're not his dad! Oh god, he's got a problem, hasn't he?
"Sure this planet isn't just a feeding ground for an Incubus? Sounds kinda suspicious if you ask me. And highly fucking perverse." He tips the empty glass up above his lips, tapping the bottom to get every last drop out of it. "So what's the point in being here if not to generate cock energy? Can I just go home then? Say, sorry, not gonna shag around today, might as well put me back in the ocean."
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Trevor could do with some stability in his life, he'd just fight against it is all. Though, if they became closer friends in the future, Trevor would happily take the offer of staying at the cottage some time! If you can insult each other and still laugh about it later, then you're the kinda person he wants to be friends with.
Raising a brow as Peter seemed to go for it! Okay! Sure! Trevor blinked a few times, straightening his back, about to shake that hand until his own was slapped. Not really used to high fives and all, so he chuckled and copied Peter, grabbing a handful of food to soak up the alcohol in his stomach already. "It's a good deal for me. That's the main thing right?" He's a cheeky fucker.
They seem to have some similarities in them. Other than the glaringly obvious differences, such as Peter looked clean and smelt fucking wonderful! But yes, the jokes landed, it was refreshing, almost as refreshing as the beer, having someone to joke about with and so soon upon washing up on the beach. As much as he hated to admit it, Trevor enjoyed his little shit-slinging matches with Alucard.
" Tch, tell me about it." He laughed and sighed, looking a little sombre for a moment before tipping his tankard up and supping the last of his drink down with a muted burp. Sounds familiar... Sypha was more than capable of kicking Trevor's ass and she was stunning. God, he misses her already.
Actually, come to think of it, Trevor would rather the dead be made into tea than Night Creatures any day. This Tearomancer friend of Peter's might come in handy should a Forgemaster show up here.
Listen, he'd rather lose blood than lose a drop of alcohol okay. he's on his own here, it's the closest thing to comfort he has. He doesn't have a problem, you have a problem, shut up, you're not his dad! Oh god, he's got a problem, hasn't he?
"Sure this planet isn't just a feeding ground for an Incubus? Sounds kinda suspicious if you ask me. And highly fucking perverse." He tips the empty glass up above his lips, tapping the bottom to get every last drop out of it. "So what's the point in being here if not to generate cock energy? Can I just go home then? Say, sorry, not gonna shag around today, might as well put me back in the ocean."