[ jayce has never jumped out of his skin so fast. ]
Viktor—
[ startled and fumbling his notebook, it only barely misses a fall to the ground before he snatches it between his knees. his pencil doesn't have the same luck, and he scrambles. it's not that he was doing anything wrong, he was only indulging in his hobbies, creating in his space. but. he was probably so focused and now so accutely aware of his embarrassing obsession that he's almost certain viktor would be weary about so many drawings of him.
jayce had been expecting to welcome him from the his front— not behind. ]
I— I didn't see you, [ he sputters, attempting to pocket his book and failing to remember that he's wearing what one may consider to be presentable clothes. snug, dark slacks and a clean, plain (white, probably) top. the notebook doesn't fit in these pockets, so he has to make do with the sheepish realization, glancing sideways and downward, that he's just rubbing it against his thigh. ]
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Viktor—
[ startled and fumbling his notebook, it only barely misses a fall to the ground before he snatches it between his knees. his pencil doesn't have the same luck, and he scrambles. it's not that he was doing anything wrong, he was only indulging in his hobbies, creating in his space. but. he was probably so focused and now so accutely aware of his embarrassing obsession that he's almost certain viktor would be weary about so many drawings of him.
jayce had been expecting to welcome him from the his front— not behind. ]
I— I didn't see you, [ he sputters, attempting to pocket his book and failing to remember that he's wearing what one may consider to be presentable clothes. snug, dark slacks and a clean, plain (white, probably) top. the notebook doesn't fit in these pockets, so he has to make do with the sheepish realization, glancing sideways and downward, that he's just rubbing it against his thigh. ]