"—I must be drunk," Trevor grumbled pinching his brows, holding up a hand before him, inhaled deeply, grunted. Say across from you on your sofa"...j..just explain this...to me again."
You didn't mind, even if it was the...fifth time doing so. It was only fair and expected. Surprisingly he seem...to take moderately well...to some degree. After you poured him a cup of Coke.
"You are currently in the 21st century," you began, "but in a sort of different...place. By place I mean world...in a sense. You and your friends, possibly others as well, were plucked out or transported from that point in time to here before the Cleansing. Or that is what I have called it."
Trevor took a sip. "Go on."
"I managed to with some help to lock on to the right frequency and bring whomever I could here. Again with some help and—-," you stop clearing your throat, shift your eyes to for a moment. Put on a pleasant smile. "Please do not take this wrong in any sort of way, but, the way you're accepting this...is..."
You try to think of the right word.
"Relatively, smooth."
Trevor finished his drink set it down on the glass coffee table separating the two of you. Brought two fingers up rubbed his temples, expelled a low stretched out moan. Slapped his hands on his thighs, a deep half chuckle pushed out for a second. Meet his half open blue with yours. Blinked a few times, slowly. Looked down at the large white shirt he wore given to him by you. It was a constricting, the red basketball shirts where looser.
A complete difference from what he original was use to wearing. Again that same chuckle came, you sat there unsure and a bit worried. It crossed on your face, shaking the smile you had, slowly you reach out a comforting hand. Soften your voice.
"Mr. Belmont, I'm-"
"Well shit!" He trilled, leaning back on the couch. Arms spread outward on the top, stared at the ceiling for what seem like five minutes.
You snap your hand back quickly.
"All this," he lifted a hand limply waved it in small circles. "...is just fucking great. Shit just keeps happening, left and right." he sat up, looking at you. "You're small."
That was unexpected, "...Yes, well...I'm only 5'5."
He pointed a finger. "And you brought me, I mean us here? You?"
You nod. This talk took a turn.
"Though I had help of course. Time is quite tricky. A give and take." You hold up your slightly wrapped arms, smile a little.
He studied them for a moment. A pondering question rose in his eyes.
Believing you knew what it was answer. "Do not worry, you're comrade and companion are-"
"Companion? You mean, Sypha?"
"Yes, the sole female. Oh! I suppose she is the companion of your comrade then?"
His face feel flat. And voice turned dry. "No. Neither."
"My apologizes. Then your comrades are here as well, they have not woken up yet." You look to the left down the hall, where Sypha recovered in your room. Trevor followed. Then right to the other hall, where Alucard was."But, they're well." You both turn back to each. "I am rather surprise you woke so soon. With only a slight headache."
A proud smirk appeared on his lips. "Yeah, well, I've had worse headaches if any. So, how did you bring us here, physically, to your place?"
You shrug a bit. "I'm a bit stronger than I appear." A small giggle comes out. "Mr. Belmont-"
He held up a hand. "Don't call me that, formalities aren't needed. Trevor is just fine."
"Alright, Trevor."
He didn't say anything for a few minutes, instead took some time looking around. The living room, that was also the dining room. You had small dark brown round table seating four, next to the breakfast bar. He looked at the kitchen, at the appliances he could see.
The stainless steel energy efficient fridge, the microwave over the stove, mounted in the wall between the dark cabinets. He barely had a glimpse of the stove and sink, as well the dishwasher.
He returned back to living room, touring it. Skipping the chestnut couch he sat on and glass coffee table, though did pick up the magazines you had stacked. Under along with some other things, two being thick leather books. He cast his eyes at small sofa you sat on matching the couch. Next to it, a night stand with a framed picture of you, with another as adolescences. It was girl a or two older with auburn pulled back into a small ponytail, with fun blue eyes. Dressed in yellow shirt with a five written in white.
Hugging you. Cheek to cheek. Smiling at each other.
With the word 'Sisters spelled out on the glass on the bottom. In white.
Not far and what held his attention longer, the 36'in flat screen. Sitting on a dark brown stand. With console hooked up.
Everything his eyes saw, received a half gaze or uncaring response. It was difficult to tell how felt and what was going through his mind.
From the television to the left a balcony. With a small round the and two chairs outside. A computer sat in the corner inside close to the door of the balcony. A giant picture of a dense fog forest hung the wall over where Trevor sat. That was the final thing he stopped at.
"D-Do have any thing to ask?" You hesitantly ask. "Or would you like me to refill your drink?"
He looked down at the cup and the ice cubes. Then shifted to his clothes, tugged a bit at the shirt.
"I've got questions, yes," he admitted, "do I want to ask them. No. Honestly, I think this whole ordeal is a dream or I must have the hugest hangover yet."
"This isn't a hangover, sorry."
"Yeah, I know. 21st century..." he hummed lightly scratching his chest. "...all sounds weird. But who am I to judge? I fought fucking Dracula and other creatures. So," he leaned forward a bit. "you got anything to eat??"