Viktor - CC

"so ah... where to first?"

[Seems as though he would probably go with anything... Lucky, to find a nice doormat to partner with.]

He was So fucking good at this.

[Poor Viktor seemed rather confused. Not working wasn't an idea that had occurred to him, but disappointing his assigned partner was unthinkable. So, as usual, he simply accepted what he was told.]

"see, look. if you sit on the floor right here, you can see the whole room easy peasy. and you can use the column as an armrest. pretty great, right?"

[Viktor sat down, laying the massive Gold Rush gauntlet on xyr lap. Xe started fidgeting with his ID card.]

"i guess since we're gonna be stuck together a while... got any gossip?" He says, his grin turning a bit mischievous. "not like i get many chances to keep up round here."

[Surely there is no reason for this. Viktor is a normal individual.]

"so ah... where to first?"

[Seems as though he would probably go with anything... Lucky, to find a nice doormat to partner with.]

He was So fucking good at this.

[Poor Viktor seemed rather confused. Not working wasn't an idea that had occurred to him, but disappointing his assigned partner was unthinkable. So, as usual, he simply accepted what he was told.]

"see, look. if you sit on the floor right here, you can see the whole room easy peasy. and you can use the column as an armrest. pretty great, right?"

[Viktor sat down, laying the massive Gold Rush gauntlet on xyr lap. Xe started fidgeting with his ID card.]

"so ah... where to first?"

[Seems as though he would probably go with anything... Lucky, to find a nice doormat to partner with.]

He was So fucking good at this.

[Poor Viktor seemed rather confused. Not working wasn't an idea that had occurred to him, but disappointing his assigned partner was unthinkable. So, as usual, he simply accepted what he was told.]

"so ah... where to first?"

[Seems as though he would probably go with anything... Lucky, to find a nice doormat to partner with.]

what does that mean??? Is it good?!? Is it bad?!?!? AM I A TWINK??? WHAT IS A TWINK?????

what does that mean??? Is it good?!? Is it bad?!?!? AM I A TWINK??? WHAT IS A TWINK?????

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

[Viktor continued brushing.]

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

“I missed you too, Vik. As embarrassing it is to admit.”

Flyker blud you gotta respond.

Imagine being super confident normally but melting when you’re shown the most simple of verbal affection. What a loser amiright

[Viktor.. giggles? That is wildly unheard of.]

“Can you just keep helping me out? It’s still annoying the shit out of me.”

[Viktor continues brushing Flyker's hair.]

It wasn’t said with any form of malice, it was a weird mix of anger and fondness.

“S-Shut up.”

[Viktor stops everything and goes back to hugging Flyker.]

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

[Viktor continued brushing.]

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

“I missed you too, Vik. As embarrassing it is to admit.”

Flyker blud you gotta respond.

Imagine being super confident normally but melting when you’re shown the most simple of verbal affection. What a loser amiright

[Viktor.. giggles? That is wildly unheard of.]

“Can you just keep helping me out? It’s still annoying the shit out of me.”

[Viktor continues brushing Flyker's hair.]

It wasn’t said with any form of malice, it was a weird mix of anger and fondness.

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

[Viktor continued brushing.]

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

“I missed you too, Vik. As embarrassing it is to admit.”

Flyker blud you gotta respond.

Imagine being super confident normally but melting when you’re shown the most simple of verbal affection. What a loser amiright

[Viktor.. giggles? That is wildly unheard of.]

“Can you just keep helping me out? It’s still annoying the shit out of me.”

[Viktor continues brushing Flyker's hair.]

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

[Viktor continued brushing.]

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

“I missed you too, Vik. As embarrassing it is to admit.”

Flyker blud you gotta respond.

Imagine being super confident normally but melting when you’re shown the most simple of verbal affection. What a loser amiright

[Viktor.. giggles? That is wildly unheard of.]

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

[Viktor continued brushing.]

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

“I missed you too, Vik. As embarrassing it is to admit.”

Flyker blud you gotta respond.

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

[Viktor continued brushing.]

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

“I missed you too, Vik. As embarrassing it is to admit.”

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

[Viktor continued brushing.]

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

[Viktor continued brushing.]

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]