#vic...

“Y’know, like... somethin’ small. I know that fairy types are definitely not as easy to care for as people always assume, but my mom used to be a breeder, so I know she’d be able to care for them properly. ‘ts more like a matter o’... what kind, y’know? I was wonderin’ about that, n’ I just remembered now- that I could ask you, anyway.” Abandoning the relevant tabs that were on his laptop, he opens a new one and begins to search up queries like ‘Gardevior’ and ‘Mime Jr.’

“Hey..” He voice is soft as she speaks to him, her eyes landing on the floor. “Hello.” He crosses his arms and smirks, the boys around him seems to quiet down from their obnoxious chat they had been having. Shit eating grins were placed on all their faces as they watched the scene before them. “So, about the other night…” She began, her eyes slowly wondering up to meet the blondes amused stare.  “Y-you said you loved me… a-” Vic wasted no time in cutting her off. “I lied, sweetheart.”

[ text: Vesper ] You know, I might be slightly biased, but I’d say that sounds entirely reasonable. [ text: Vesper ] Except that I wish you hadn’t missed. [ text: Vesper ] Poor vase.

“I’ll beat the shit out of them,” Vic says, answering the question slightly. He wouldn’t kill anyone though. That was crossing a line.