Anna, and— do I? [Well, maybe - he's never considered himself a particularly rousing socialite, but the nature of this place being what it is... hm.] I can ward us a perimeter, regardless.
[A beat. Like, with blood. He will bleed all over the place for fireworks, is the implication, and he will be just fine. It's a thing now, seeing fireworks for the sake of seeing them - even if they're irresponsibly fired in the field outside their home.
Should be fine. His smile widens a fraction, softening in the same moment; is he being shy? That's - mmph, that's something, tipsy thoughts tumbling over 'sweet' and 'endearing' before he can focus and settle on being touched, that Viktor is thinking of the Sixth even now.]
Dark, mostly. It's only novel for your first space rock collision.
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[A beat. Like, with blood. He will bleed all over the place for fireworks, is the implication, and he will be just fine. It's a thing now, seeing fireworks for the sake of seeing them - even if they're irresponsibly fired in the field outside their home.
Should be fine. His smile widens a fraction, softening in the same moment; is he being shy? That's - mmph, that's something, tipsy thoughts tumbling over 'sweet' and 'endearing' before he can focus and settle on being touched, that Viktor is thinking of the Sixth even now.]
Dark, mostly. It's only novel for your first space rock collision.