[ Viktor is not a morning person, but maybe he could learn to be if he's always waking up to that smile. Even if Jayce isn't naked besides him in bed—for the best, Viktor wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself—he cuts a striking image in the kitchen cooking something and beaming over his shoulder like the sun itself peeking out from behind the clouds. ]
Good morning. [ Pushing himself up in bed so he can sit with his back leaning against the wall behind him, he glances around at the neatly prepared clothes, his brace, his cane. He lifts a hand to rub against his chest and feels the unfamiliar garment, smiling to himself because he knows he must look quite dwarfed by Jayce's clothes. Reaching his stiff arms above him with a groan, he begins stretching his legs as well as he does every morning. ] You've been busy.
Famished. [ He feels like he hasn't eaten in ages, having used up more than plenty of energy last night. When Jayce comes over with the food, Viktor inhales deeply and sighs at how good it smells even before getting a look. He doesn't often eat much, but everything looks like a perfectly ravishable portion—just for him. Looking up at Jayce, he takes the tray so that his partner will hopefully join him on the bed. ] Where's yours?
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Good morning. [ Pushing himself up in bed so he can sit with his back leaning against the wall behind him, he glances around at the neatly prepared clothes, his brace, his cane. He lifts a hand to rub against his chest and feels the unfamiliar garment, smiling to himself because he knows he must look quite dwarfed by Jayce's clothes. Reaching his stiff arms above him with a groan, he begins stretching his legs as well as he does every morning. ] You've been busy.
Famished. [ He feels like he hasn't eaten in ages, having used up more than plenty of energy last night. When Jayce comes over with the food, Viktor inhales deeply and sighs at how good it smells even before getting a look. He doesn't often eat much, but everything looks like a perfectly ravishable portion—just for him. Looking up at Jayce, he takes the tray so that his partner will hopefully join him on the bed. ] Where's yours?