━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ breaking the ice prompts || accepting!
" is this your dog? " @valdeniisms
Wick was Victor's most trusted companion. No matter the distance taken between them, be it in a match or Victor allowing Wick to stroll around the manor gardens for some fresh air; at the end of it all, his companion always came back to his side.
To encounter an instance where for the first time in his life, that did not seem to be the case was both frightening as it was anxiety inducing. He knew there was no way any potential harm could come to Wick within the manor's walls... right?
Hands sweating, heart racing, and stomach twisting in uncomfortable knots — Victor speed walked through every hall the place had to offer. Please be okay... please be okay.
"Is this your dog?"
The sudden question brought his near sprint to a sudden halt, his head turning so quickly and suddenly that a brief pain shot up to his head at the sensation. There, in front of him, stood the talented painter he'd occasionally team up with in matches. And at his feet, Wick stood right beside him with as much of an unbothered smile a dog could have.
Thank you! Victor frantically made the sign of gratitude with his hands, cutting himself short when he figured Edgar probably wouldn't understand him. Intaking a brief moment to compose himself, he wrote onto his notebook, 'Yes, that is my dog. Thank you for bringing him to me.'
