Terrible; I'm supposed to be a mysterious recluse. [mystique.] And yes, I'll remember the bottling. How are you feeling, by the way? You sound better; I'm glad.
[If the fireworks incident (party optional) needs warding, it won't be the kind of hasty work as the heist, so he will most likely remember to bleed responsibly. And if the sun going out helps Viktor's cough stay in hand - isn't that a paleblood thing, he thinks, something about the moon? - then all the better for it.
But oh, and he's about to wiggle a hand, like, there are a so-so number of stars visible over the rim of the crater and beyond space rocks, but Viktor has to go and say something like that and it stops him short, hand raised and not gesturing in the slightest. Oh; oh, and no one has ever shown him a sentiment like that, leaving him completely undone for a moment that feels longer than it is. Here he's been working in all these asides - the Oversight Body would think them both a headache, Viktor would thrive on the Sixth, each of them a drop of the same kind of hypothetical.
He would like Viktor to see the Sixth, he thinks. That one is easy. It's the latter part that he turns over like something delicate, fingers curling on empty air before he drops his hand only to reach out again a second later, fingertips pressed into Viktor's arm in a gesture that means- something.]
I would let you show me, [is what comes out, fireworks and boat engines and all the rest. He almost quips about making another list, but that feels, ah, gauche? In this moment? Better not.] Would you?
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[If the fireworks incident (party optional) needs warding, it won't be the kind of hasty work as the heist, so he will most likely remember to bleed responsibly. And if the sun going out helps Viktor's cough stay in hand - isn't that a paleblood thing, he thinks, something about the moon? - then all the better for it.
But oh, and he's about to wiggle a hand, like, there are a so-so number of stars visible over the rim of the crater and beyond space rocks, but Viktor has to go and say something like that and it stops him short, hand raised and not gesturing in the slightest. Oh; oh, and no one has ever shown him a sentiment like that, leaving him completely undone for a moment that feels longer than it is. Here he's been working in all these asides - the Oversight Body would think them both a headache, Viktor would thrive on the Sixth, each of them a drop of the same kind of hypothetical.
He would like Viktor to see the Sixth, he thinks. That one is easy. It's the latter part that he turns over like something delicate, fingers curling on empty air before he drops his hand only to reach out again a second later, fingertips pressed into Viktor's arm in a gesture that means- something.]
I would let you show me, [is what comes out, fireworks and boat engines and all the rest. He almost quips about making another list, but that feels, ah, gauche? In this moment? Better not.] Would you?