I'm still not certain if she could understand me or was just a very intelligent wolf. [viktor admits, more to himself. honestly the variety of sleepers has been something. he's met a robot too, which he had a bit of an easier time believing than the magic wolf with a dolphin, if he's honest.
rio does get up but thankfully not to cause trouble, instead just plopping her head into viktor's lap like attention now, please. he winces a little at the groan the couch makes- yes, getting rio her own place to rest soon. the last thing he wants to do is start his stay here by breaking pal's couch.
he runs his hand over her head idly, regarding the room again with the new perspective of living here. honestly it's not too different from what he's used too, his apartment in piltover was obviously much nicer but he preferred to keep things small and... well, cluttered with books and schematics. so already mostly there. once they inevitably get a chalkboard in here it really will be pretty much everything he'd want in a place.
feelings again. he distracts himself by glancing over as pal speaks, a soft huff of amusement.] I don't disagree. In a way I find this place and existence very beautiful, though I could do without the odd mind games here and there.
[really it's the invasive psychological aspects that occasionally happen that really bug him. shockingly he prefers his mind to be a safe haven he never needs to worry about being breached, and surprise! no longer the case. it's very irritating and also a little terrifying.
regardless his attention remains on pal, a moment's thought before he says,] Did you still wish to speak of Camilla? [he did say to ask later, and they seem to have wound down from work for the moment.]
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rio does get up but thankfully not to cause trouble, instead just plopping her head into viktor's lap like attention now, please. he winces a little at the groan the couch makes- yes, getting rio her own place to rest soon. the last thing he wants to do is start his stay here by breaking pal's couch.
he runs his hand over her head idly, regarding the room again with the new perspective of living here. honestly it's not too different from what he's used too, his apartment in piltover was obviously much nicer but he preferred to keep things small and... well, cluttered with books and schematics. so already mostly there. once they inevitably get a chalkboard in here it really will be pretty much everything he'd want in a place.
feelings again. he distracts himself by glancing over as pal speaks, a soft huff of amusement.] I don't disagree. In a way I find this place and existence very beautiful, though I could do without the odd mind games here and there.
[really it's the invasive psychological aspects that occasionally happen that really bug him. shockingly he prefers his mind to be a safe haven he never needs to worry about being breached, and surprise! no longer the case. it's very irritating and also a little terrifying.
regardless his attention remains on pal, a moment's thought before he says,] Did you still wish to speak of Camilla? [he did say to ask later, and they seem to have wound down from work for the moment.]