#mpviggo

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taho didn’t know that he had a half-brother and was genuinely surprised by the fact that his half-brother also lived in mount phoenix. although taho had come to mount phoenix just under five years ago, he was still unfamiliar with many of the people. he had only recently connected with viggo and this was the first time that the two of them were able to spend time with each other.

taho was just lounging about on viggo’s couch, very content and warm. he was still keeping his hat on and tail neatly tucked away, hiding under his big black hoodie. it was weird, he still felt protective of himself. why was it that viggo had no feline ears or tail, just a pair of beautiful cat-like eyes with a vertical slit? even though taho didn’t possess those unique eyes, he wondered if he would ever feel confident enough to show his feline characteristics off. would he ever be able to live comfortably?

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"Thanks Aura." The briefest of smiles flashed across Viggo's face as he personally served her order. The lunch rush was in full swing, but the kitchen could spare a minute or two for him to say hello. "It's nice to see you're up and about again. You doing okay?" He asks this all in a surprisingly solicitous voice. Auralie had strangely been one of the first people he got to know on the island, hard not to miss a girl literally made out of sunshine. Strangely enough, Viggo hadn't shied away from the friendship.

"Respectable, I guess."

The man with raven hair was at the bar once more and after a drink and some small talk, their conversation took an interesting turn. At first she thought he was the quiet type, just sitting there without saying much if anything at all, but he proved her wrong. "That's a very fair way to view things." It indeed was.

In her book at least...

For someone else.

Esther had been putting her sheet music binder in her bag when Viggo had approached her asking if she wanted a plate to take home. There had been some leftover food that he seemed very willing to give to her. And while she had appreciated the care he had took in trying to make sure she is fed, she had been craving something fried all day.

"Don't think it is because your food isn't good, chef." She states warmly, placing her arms before her as she held loosely onto her wrist. She flashed him a cheerful smile. "While it was nice of you to double check, I am sure one of waiters or waitresses must be starving. I'll have to swindle food from you another day."

Sekhmet's skin tingled with excitement when Viggo handed the hammer-like object to her, and she picked it up to inspect it, eyebrows waggling gleefully as she noted the spikes on it; they weren't sharp enough for her liking, but she supposed cooking happened when the killing part was over. "So I hit it with this spiky end, right?" She double checked, glancing over with a look that gleamed with a slight menace, but still kind and loving at the same time.

For after all, she and Bastet were soul sisters; what was Bastet's was hers, and she would guard and treat with care.

cooking prompts meme | accepting

Abigail immediately paused when she heard Viggo's warning, just stopping herself from dropping the knife and stepping away from the counter as if she was a child who had been scolded for doing something too dangerous. She would readily admit that chopping was not really her forte, especially when it came to harder or more awkwardly-shaped vegetables, so she was not too discouraged that he had felt the need to step in.

She watched his technique for a moment, brow slightly furrowed in concentration. It was hard to imagine that she would ever be able to do it as smoothly and efficiently as he did - but that didn't mean she was not going to try. She carefully repositioned her hands and began again, slowly at first to get the hang of it.

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“Didn't say you did." The son of Bastet replied just as smoothly, eyebrow raised and feline eyes narrowed with suspicion. The young woman might have looked slight and vulnerable, but he knew first hand had size could be deceiving. Plenty of guys would assume girls who were delicate-looking needed protection, but Viggo knew better. And in an island where everybody had supernatural abilities, it would be dumb of him to presume anybody was vulnerable.

"But you looked like you could have used some back up." He leaned back against the alley wall, indicating the thugs that were now groaning in protest. They looked like they came from the bar and had started a drunken brawl. At least that was what it looked like to Viggo when he stepped into Dr Feelsgood for a drink.

Blair was never the type to ask someone for help - not when she was a child and most definitely not now. Some people assumed it was a pride thing, that she had some inflated sense of ego and thought of herself as stronger than everyone else, but it wasn’t true. In fact, she was feeling rather weak, still leaning onto a crutch for extra support after her ‘trip’ to Jeonju. It would take weeks longer for her to be able to fully use her strength again, and she was beginning to worry who would control the drunkards until then.