[Honestly, it feels a bit weird to be chummy with someone who's... in charge of Trevor, in whatever way that works. And also it's a bit weird to talk to literally anyone because he's a half-vampire recluse.]
Well, next time I need spices explained to me I'll linger a bit.
It was a real boar. A wild one. Lark got him in the throat with his teeth, I brained him with a stone and then finished the job with a knife to the heart.
Look, clearly you've never been on a New Year's boar hunt. It was a family tradition. Next year, if you're still around, I'll show you how to do it without getting your muzzle gored.
I'm sure the French look at Wallachia with far more derision. Actually, you'd fit right into a French court. We'd have to get you a cape and some puffed sleeves.
I'd ask you to imagine me at any sort of court but it's just finding the highest available point and hoping nobody looks up. Wouldn't mind the cape, though.
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Well, next time I need spices explained to me I'll linger a bit.
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I went hunting with him once. He was a dog and we took down a boar.
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[Even Alucard doesn't fuck with boars. Some night creatures are pleasanter.]
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[Teasing. But a little not.]
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Look, clearly you've never been on a New Year's boar hunt. It was a family tradition. Next year, if you're still around, I'll show you how to do it without getting your muzzle gored.
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