OLD NIGHT CITY LEGEND

“Oh, you don’t?” Irritation and frustration pinches at Vik’s brow as he brushes out his horse’s hair. Her coat is shiny and her hair is strong and knot-free because he takes care of her, at least as much as he can with his busy schedule. Being the town doctor has its perks but he’s been seeing a lot more foot traffic lately-- seems like with how stricter the law is trying to get, the more desperate people are to get into fights at the saloon or do dumb things in the wilderness that results in them getting bit by snakes or breaking bones. He’s not complaining about the money since he sure as hell needs it. His child is getting more and more expensive and now there’s two horses to care for since Vik decided to get Vale their own steed once they turned sixteen.

I’LL CRY IN THE CLUB RIGHT NOW THINKING ABOUT THIS. god, i think vik’s initial reaction would be to get a lil freaked out over being called dad, because he is very much not their father and he also doesn’t consider himself to be a dad figure to anyone. i like to call that trio his kids, but vik does NOT consider to be his kids. they’re family to him, yeah, but calling himself their dad is... he thinks it’s wrong of him, basically. especially since he doesn’t know if any of them would be okay with that in the first place. so he does give himself lots of father-like responsibilities with them, but being called dad would be... New. the freaked out part of it would subside pretty fast though. he’d ask them if they, uh, see him as a father figure. if they say yes and are honest with him abt their feelings, he’d... feel extremely flattered. emotional. might tear up a tiny bit. tells them he’s being the best he can be for them. he’ll tease them to hell and back at a later time, tell them to go to their room and mess around with dad jokes, but yeah :’) he already has pictures of them in his wallet, it completes the circle.

“Hate to break it to you, but starin’ at V isn’t gonna make ‘em wake up any faster. Sure wish that was the case.” Vik has gotten adjusted to Goro coming in and out of his clinic whenever he wishes, though as of late, he’s been seeing more and more of the corpo. He doesn’t mind as much as he did when they first met, but he wishes Goro wouldn’t scare off his patients, even if he doesn’t do it purposely. The guy’s got a grade A unwelcoming face, looks like he’ll shoot someone in the kneecaps for breathing the wrong way. Vik knows that’s not the case, but it’s because he’s known the other for-- what, a week or two? Feels longer, somehow. Maybe it’s because they’re both old men filled with desperation; waiting for V to wake up. Although Vik cares because V is his friend. He knows that’s not the case for Goro. Self interest is a hell of a thing. He doesn’t mind, so long as there’s no plans to hurt V or bring trouble to his clinic.

“I’m probably the best referral. And I can pay upfront.” He’s dressed well enough ( he didn’t like any body too important, a good disguise ). Mostly covered as well. The chills he felt kept hitting him out of nowhere, leaving him shaking for moments at a time, yet he lacked a fever of any sort. As did the sudden waves of lightheartedness. And if he was honest— if felt like he was WIRED wrong that morning. Fried or something. “I… don’t know. Diagnostics would be best.”

“Osjećam se kao govno.” There was a brief pause, nodding at the other’s inquiry, “Arasaka grade shit. I wanted the best I could get. I try and keep up with it.”

The solo leaned himself against the wall as another wave hit him. It felt like he stood too fast, all the blood rushing down from his brain. Suddenly too heavy to hold himself steady on his feet. “Can… Can I sit down?”

“Think I’ll be the judge of that. Paying upfront already puts you several steps ahead of most of my patients, though.” Vik hasn’t extended the chance to pay later to many people-- just V and a couple other close friends, because even though eddies don’t mean everything to him, he still has to make a living somehow. The supplies for a ripperdoc don’t come cheap, especially for someone offering high quality, safe work like him.

100% service top. cares about getting his partner off more than he cares about getting himself off.

needless to say..... loves giving oral. can spend hours between someone’s legs. very enjoyable and intimate for him. will stop only until his jaw hurts too much or his partner wants to do something else.

very, very experienced. he’s an old man who used to sleep around a lot-- he’s tried everything at least once and knows how to make his partner have a good time and cum so hard they almost cry, what can i say...

uhhh he’s not overly kinky? def more on the vanilla side but he does like some light choking and lots of rough grabbing. don’t ask him to spit on you or smack you around, though. he just ain’t that type of guy.

100% an ass man. loves grabbing his s.o’s ass and picking them up with a handful of their ass. will teasingly smack it when they’re out and about lmao

Vik wasn’t expecting this when he got up to close off his clinic doors. He’s open later than the usual today, his last client having taken hours to finish up the complex cyberware procedure. He’s exhausted and hungry, eager to close up, clean up and get dinner cooked up before he goes to sleep. Imagine his surprise and dismay when a scrawny, bleeding kid shoves their way through the gates, bleeding all over the floor and crying desperately. Even with the tiredness in his bones and sleepiness behind his eyes, he doesn’t hesitate at all to pick up the kid as gently as possible, their blood getting on his shirt almost immediately. “How am I supposed to tell your dad if I don’t know who your dad is? Don’t even know who you are, kid. What the hell happened to you?”

Though Vik is invested in the old match playing on the screen, he still turns his head to acknowledge Caesar, a small smile tugging at the wrinkles around his eyes. He leans back in the chair and folds his arms over his broad chest, thinking it might be a good idea to place his couch in front of his TV, considering how many times Caesar has had to pull up a chair so they can sit together. He’ll surprise him with that next time he comes over.