Don't judge him, but he's already thinking about making a tab in every bar he comes across in Alucard's name. So, hopefully, the blonde never actually show up or settling their differences in bed definitely won't be on the cards.
Oh man, if Peter got Trevor talking like some modern chap it would be hilarious! He'd be like such a stuffy dad, trying to sound cool and edgy and totally not pulling it off! As for the music, might take some convincing and a lot of beer, he's not normally one to indulge in such things, never had the time to really. The high five was a start! Break him in slow, Peter, he's got a lot of catching up to do!
"I actually disagree with that." Stuffing more into his mouth, like he was competing with Peter already. Force of habit really, when you don't know where your next hot meal is coming from. "Ever been punched in the stomach so hard you throw up all your meat and bread? Well, I have." Giving a sage nod, before opening his mouth, a small mouthful of chewed food on his tongue. Very immature, Trevor.
Take him to the spar and he will fucking love you forever! Trevor Belmont hasn't had a hot bath in, God, it's probably close to a decade now, isn't it? Whereas smelling like a horse stable is often a good deterrent to keep people away who might wish ill of his family name, it's probably not going to get him laid in this place, is it?
If this Rocket chap ever shows up, Peter needs to introduce them! He's never had an animal friend before, there was a squirrel once but it buggered off when the Nitch Creatures started to come in waves.
"Still trying to get my head around it, honestly." Nodding with a small, nervous smile. Maybe the beer was finally starting to take its hold on him? Causing him to be more loose-lipped than normal. "So, I'm here, away from my super important role back home, to basically get my dick wet and save the world?" He laughs and leans back on the seat. "Okay then, you can tell that to Sypha if she ever shows up." He doesn't like the idea of being castrated by her thank you very much.
The warm bosom of alcohol has got the Belmont through many a cold night, he'd feel rude breaking up with his addiction just now! But maybe if it gets out of hand, he'd actually welcome Peter stepping in and helping him sober up.
"I dunno, Peter. I can't just blindly trust some Gods have my best interests in mind. For one, they kidnapped us all, kinda sketchy to start off with. And then call giving up back our own bloody belongings a 'reward' sounds like slavery to me." Don't mind him, the religion is like an ex-girlfriend of his, there's still bad blood between them. When the A5 Card is mentioned, Trevor lifts his arm letting his bracelet dangle. "The fuck didn't that come from?" Giving it a juggle as it activated. "I have no idea what's going on..."
Peter could feel free to do whatever needed to be done to get the information he was talking about, but Trevor was lost. Reading wasn't his strongest trait.
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Oh man, if Peter got Trevor talking like some modern chap it would be hilarious! He'd be like such a stuffy dad, trying to sound cool and edgy and totally not pulling it off! As for the music, might take some convincing and a lot of beer, he's not normally one to indulge in such things, never had the time to really. The high five was a start! Break him in slow, Peter, he's got a lot of catching up to do!
"I actually disagree with that." Stuffing more into his mouth, like he was competing with Peter already. Force of habit really, when you don't know where your next hot meal is coming from. "Ever been punched in the stomach so hard you throw up all your meat and bread? Well, I have." Giving a sage nod, before opening his mouth, a small mouthful of chewed food on his tongue. Very immature, Trevor.
Take him to the spar and he will fucking love you forever! Trevor Belmont hasn't had a hot bath in, God, it's probably close to a decade now, isn't it? Whereas smelling like a horse stable is often a good deterrent to keep people away who might wish ill of his family name, it's probably not going to get him laid in this place, is it?
If this Rocket chap ever shows up, Peter needs to introduce them! He's never had an animal friend before, there was a squirrel once but it buggered off when the Nitch Creatures started to come in waves.
"Still trying to get my head around it, honestly." Nodding with a small, nervous smile. Maybe the beer was finally starting to take its hold on him? Causing him to be more loose-lipped than normal. "So, I'm here, away from my super important role back home, to basically get my dick wet and save the world?" He laughs and leans back on the seat. "Okay then, you can tell that to Sypha if she ever shows up." He doesn't like the idea of being castrated by her thank you very much.
The warm bosom of alcohol has got the Belmont through many a cold night, he'd feel rude breaking up with his addiction just now! But maybe if it gets out of hand, he'd actually welcome Peter stepping in and helping him sober up.
"I dunno, Peter. I can't just blindly trust some Gods have my best interests in mind. For one, they kidnapped us all, kinda sketchy to start off with. And then call giving up back our own bloody belongings a 'reward' sounds like slavery to me." Don't mind him, the religion is like an ex-girlfriend of his, there's still bad blood between them. When the A5 Card is mentioned, Trevor lifts his arm letting his bracelet dangle. "The fuck didn't that come from?" Giving it a juggle as it activated. "I have no idea what's going on..."
Peter could feel free to do whatever needed to be done to get the information he was talking about, but Trevor was lost. Reading wasn't his strongest trait.