[one thing viktor genuinely likes about the bunker is it's not a huge, sprawling space. it means he can put his crutch against the wall and still maneuver easily enough with a hand against one of the walls, the counters, the table, etc. he rest a hand against one of the counters and watches the layer removal process, fond look turning to a quirked brow with that new fun necromancer fact.]
I... must know what a 'special brand skull' even is, please. Is it a mascot? An emblem? Who decides this?
[pal's world continues to fascinate him on so many levels. every time he peels back one layer he learns about things like brand skulls and it starts all over again.
when pal gets closer viktor's fingers graze against his sleeve, the giddy warmth of having the right to touch now hitting him again. he pushes it aside to give an answer first though.] I found simply being honest worked well enough. I may be biased but I believe you'd do well simply acting as you always do.
[to be fair the guy does seem like he could use a little humor in his life, especially given the vague tragedy it sounds like he's coming off of. these are thoughts that very much scatter as he's pulled closer, that idle grazing of pal's sleeve now firmly on his arm as he chuckles quietly into the kiss.
it's easy to fall back into the rhythm of this but it's difficult not to give away how much he craves the closeness of it, the simplicity of skin against skin and sharing warmth. even when he forces himself to break the kiss it's to press another against the corner of pal's lips, lower to his jaw, asking quietly between them,] How does dating and courtship go in the Sixth?
[not that it entirely matters, he's pretty committed to learning their own pace, but he supposes that requires a little bit of base knowledge anyway. not that he's going to make it easy to answer, going in for a little more adventurous of a kiss to punctuate the question.]
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I... must know what a 'special brand skull' even is, please. Is it a mascot? An emblem? Who decides this?
[pal's world continues to fascinate him on so many levels. every time he peels back one layer he learns about things like brand skulls and it starts all over again.
when pal gets closer viktor's fingers graze against his sleeve, the giddy warmth of having the right to touch now hitting him again. he pushes it aside to give an answer first though.] I found simply being honest worked well enough. I may be biased but I believe you'd do well simply acting as you always do.
[to be fair the guy does seem like he could use a little humor in his life, especially given the vague tragedy it sounds like he's coming off of. these are thoughts that very much scatter as he's pulled closer, that idle grazing of pal's sleeve now firmly on his arm as he chuckles quietly into the kiss.
it's easy to fall back into the rhythm of this but it's difficult not to give away how much he craves the closeness of it, the simplicity of skin against skin and sharing warmth. even when he forces himself to break the kiss it's to press another against the corner of pal's lips, lower to his jaw, asking quietly between them,] How does dating and courtship go in the Sixth?
[not that it entirely matters, he's pretty committed to learning their own pace, but he supposes that requires a little bit of base knowledge anyway. not that he's going to make it easy to answer, going in for a little more adventurous of a kiss to punctuate the question.]