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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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[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.

[atowncalledtreffy]

No. It's not weird to take your former enemy's things when they're better than yours. It's called upgrading.

[draculabutbackwards]

Well, clearly we're at an impasse and we'll have to fight to the death. As soon as we can both stand for any length of time.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, I killed you already, so I think that makes me the winner.

[draculabutbackwards]

Death killed me while you took a nap somewhere outside our current reality. If you get credit for that, I get credit for whatever soul-scathing things Greta said to everybody.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Happily, if it means I get the credit for the kill.

Greta seems nice.

[draculabutbackwards]

Not the first descriptor I'd use, but we did spend most of the handful of days we knew each other knee-deep in night creature guts.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Nice for us, I mean.

Sounds...romantic?

[draculabutbackwards]

What the high hell are you talking about? I've just met the woman, and she's mainly spent her time morally eviscerating me.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, I don't know your tastes! Sorry!

[draculabutbackwards]

[He's glad for the medium of text now. Easier not to seem agitated. She is quite to his not terribly discriminating tastes. It just seems weird and presumptuous. Maybe they flirted a bit. But that was quite possibly just whistling in the dark.]

It's just an odd first assumption.

[atowncalledtreffy]

SHe's pretty, you're pretty. She came here as one of your close associates.