[Viktor smells like iron, paper, and ink. A pretty nice combination, really. Like walking off the street and into a library. He's very content to stay like this-
The phone rings. Again. Disturbing the fine peace they have. Viktor nuzzles into Brad's collar, seeking to keep the moment... but the damn phone persists,]
... leave it. He should know better. [it rings again, and again, and eventually it annoys Viktor enough to go against what he said and turn hismelf over. Reaching and slamming it back down loudly.
Is that a clear enough message not to call back?
... .... ........ it rings again. Viktor sighs and picks it up,]
I am alive. No more calls today. [he hangs up, not hearing a word out from the other side]
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Date: 2024-11-24 04:55 am (UTC)The phone rings. Again. Disturbing the fine peace they have. Viktor nuzzles into Brad's collar, seeking to keep the moment... but the damn phone persists,]
... leave it. He should know better. [it rings again, and again, and eventually it annoys Viktor enough to go against what he said and turn hismelf over. Reaching and slamming it back down loudly.
Is that a clear enough message not to call back?
... .... ........ it rings again. Viktor sighs and picks it up,]
I am alive. No more calls today. [he hangs up, not hearing a word out from the other side]