[ The text pops up and Trevor, still not used to such things, blinks at it for a moment before shaking his head and chuckling at himself, letting himself into the apartment. Which... is gorgeous. He breathes out, turning slowly to take in the space before spotting Godric at the table with (breathe in) carrot soup? With a tang of something behind it that he can't quite place yet. ]
Mr. Northman. It's quite impressive, I must say. And you... cooked?
[ That's weird, vampire, you know that's weird, right? Except. Even from here Trevor can tell something is different. ]
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Date: 2020-02-24 04:40 pm (UTC)Mr. Northman. It's quite impressive, I must say. And you... cooked?
[ That's weird, vampire, you know that's weird, right? Except. Even from here Trevor can tell something is different. ]