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[sonicstriker]

"You've gotta be better than this if you're gonna play the hero."

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[hiraut]

[ funny. usually, nobody likes that about viktor.

ah, well. he's here, at least. reluctantly, begrudgingly here. the fresh air will do him some good (lies, it's cold out, this sucks,) and some proper socialization away from the lab and the city high life will also be good for him (lies, he should be working, he hates people.) more importantly, the drinks here are far better than whatever he could scramble back at the tower. getting piss drunk and drowning in his sorrows will be very good for him also.

viktor turns his head in his arms hearing the clink of ice against glass. she remembers that extra fancy white russian she made for him last time, which is nice. he huffs. ] I'd be quite the rich man, were that the case.

[ he does lift his head finally, chin propped on one hand so he can reach for the glass with the other. ] A presentation did not have the expected outcome. And I am building a grudge because of it. Hence the fuckery and asshattery commentary.

[sonicstriker]

Wouldn't that be nice? [ she asks with a dreamy sigh. Her small smile spreads as he stats to unfold, reaching for the drink she poured him. Good. He's not completely shut down. And he bothered to come all the way over here. Remembering the drink he liked is the least she can do.

She does wince sympathetically as he gives her more info, setting down the glass she's drying and picking up another. ]

That's definitely not a great end to the week. [ She's staring a little too fixedly at the glass, drying the same spot over and over. ] It sucks, when the system doesn't work how it should and you can't do a whole lot about it.

[hiraut]

[ better this way, he thinks. he wouldn't have the same goals and ambitions without a driving force behind it. they make do with what they have and work all the more harder for their achievements. wealth, he thinks, would corrupt him like it would anyone. he scoffs. ] Good thing it is not so easy.

[ the drink does not last very long. he should be sipping - failing health and all that nonsense - but he's in a bad mood. less of a bad mood than he was a few minutes ago, of course, who would've thought fresh air and pleasant company could make such a difference? he sets the now empty glass down, ice clinking about. and back to sulking. ]

The most we can do is keep trying. [ said reluctantly, like he's repeating what the council had said verbatim. his tone's dripping with bitterness. were he a much stronger man the glass in his hand would start to crack. probably good thing then, he's sure miss tifa deals with shattered glass enough. ] Someone will listen, eventually. But until then, I am going to be extremely cross about it.