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[draculabutbackwards]

I have no idea if there's some future etiquette for this. Leave whatever message you choose?

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[draculabutbackwards]

I just meant I'm not giving him any. So of course you get the full force.

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[atowncalledtreffy]

You don't want to be a dad?

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[draculabutbackwards]

Unless I embark on alchemical experiments it's not really an option, I'm pretty sure. I'm something of a mule.

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[atowncalledtreffy]

Right, sure.

Did you want kids, though?

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[draculabutbackwards]

Beyond every orphan from Danesti and apparently partial shares on yours? I can't say I was giving it much thought when I was seventeen, and things have been a bit busy since then.

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[atowncalledtreffy]

Hang on, just how many orphans? You adopting a village?

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[draculabutbackwards]

Five. Simon's playmates, I'm told.

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[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, look at you. Adopting orphans in the future.

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[draculabutbackwards]

Yes. The future.

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[atowncalledtreffy]

Shut up.

[draculabutbackwards]

[He just meant to deflect from how thoroughly he's already adopted them, but if he gets to antagonize Trevor on the subject of days to come, so be it.]

It'll be a busy time!

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor, on the other hand, thought that Adrian had been referring to him and Sypha - both orphans, both adopted in a sense by him, though not in a fatherly way - and narrows his eyes]

I'm not going to call you dad.

[draculabutbackwards]

That was a whole-body shudder, thank you.

[atowncalledtreffy]

You're welcome.

[draculabutbackwards]

It's uncomfortable enough that you steal my father's clothes.

[atowncalledtreffy]

My family stole everything we could from your dad. That cloak is warmer than anything I’ve ever owned. It’s not like I’m trying to dress up and pretend I’m him.

[draculabutbackwards]

Keep in mind my senses are rather stronger than yours.

[atowncalledtreffy]

I’ve washed it at least twice. It’s got all his scent off it now.

[draculabutbackwards]

To you.

[atowncalledtreffy]

What do you want me to do? It's kept me warm for weeks now.

[draculabutbackwards]

Acknowledge that it's weird when you smell like my father, I suppose.

[atowncalledtreffy]

I don't fucking smell like him. If I snuck my old boots into his coffin, would you say he smelled like me?

[draculabutbackwards]

You love to dig deeper from the bottom of a ditch, don't you?

[atowncalledtreffy]

And you love hiding whatever the fuck request you want to give me.

[draculabutbackwards]

No, I already made it. I'm not trying to take your stolen cape collection. Just concede that it's weird.