[the lateness admittedly makes viktor fret. he kicks himself for not pushing megumi earlier, for being unsure if he should press his obvious exhaustion. the problem with caring about people, he's found, is he wants to treat them with as much respect as he can muster. so much of his life has been unpleasant prying about his health, tittering over his well being and what they viewed as obvious flaws of the form.
he's coming to understand how different that is when the people knew you, cared. a slow lesson but one nonetheless.
when kage comes in it takes viktor a moment, pulling himself up from where he sent megumi a concerned message about his delay.] Kage? Where is he?
[he worry goes to grim determination, the formless shape of the concern now sharpened to a direct purpose and point. he'll happily follow kage to where he needs to go, and further still rush to kneel at megumi's side, bad leg be damned.]
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he's coming to understand how different that is when the people knew you, cared. a slow lesson but one nonetheless.
when kage comes in it takes viktor a moment, pulling himself up from where he sent megumi a concerned message about his delay.] Kage? Where is he?
[he worry goes to grim determination, the formless shape of the concern now sharpened to a direct purpose and point. he'll happily follow kage to where he needs to go, and further still rush to kneel at megumi's side, bad leg be damned.]