[viktor doesn't quite register being approached at first, mind moving a touch too sluggishly for anything but a delayed glance up and equally delayed surprised. to say he wasn't expecting a lion to stop by to check on him is a bit of an understatement, given he's never even seen a lion before. remarkable creature, really, and the fact there is something with it tells him it must be an omen.
he pushes himself up by his crutch with a faint grimace, tone tired as he says,] My apologies, I was... [what was he doing? gods, he needs some sleep. after running a hand down his face he finally forces himself to look at blue properly.] Poor sleep seems to be a new trick of the Trench. Never a dull moment to spare.
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he pushes himself up by his crutch with a faint grimace, tone tired as he says,] My apologies, I was... [what was he doing? gods, he needs some sleep. after running a hand down his face he finally forces himself to look at blue properly.] Poor sleep seems to be a new trick of the Trench. Never a dull moment to spare.