Hm--lost his parents a while back. But the Undercity takes care of her own.
[Something felt off at that assertion; the already floaty and indistinct atmosphere briefly seemed to flicker with some kind of static, as if the world itself was taking notice of something 'wrong'. Like missing a step on a flight of stairs.]
[But then there came the sound of the door opening, followed by the tap tap-tap of uneven footsteps on the floor--Viktor himself, at least ten years younger and fully human, lacking gold highlights in shorter dark hair and leaning on a cane as he walked in.]
Sorry I'm late-...?
[And then again, that missed stair sensation as recognition flickered across gold eyes before begining to adjust to whatever narrative existed here.]
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[Something felt off at that assertion; the already floaty and indistinct atmosphere briefly seemed to flicker with some kind of static, as if the world itself was taking notice of something 'wrong'. Like missing a step on a flight of stairs.]
[But then there came the sound of the door opening, followed by the tap tap-tap of uneven footsteps on the floor--Viktor himself, at least ten years younger and fully human, lacking gold highlights in shorter dark hair and leaning on a cane as he walked in.]
Sorry I'm late-...?
[And then again, that missed stair sensation as recognition flickered across gold eyes before begining to adjust to whatever narrative existed here.]