It wasn't supposed to go on this long. Victor had taken in a stray of sorts. They did his laundry and whatever else he needed, sure, but he wasn't one for attachments. Even ones who did all of his chores and finances. He'd thought about dumping them off at the next motel and finally just getting back to his peace and quiet. But it was cold, and nearly Christmas. He didn't really have morals keeping him from sending them away, but there was a tiny nagging thought that made him keep them around just a little long, at least until after the new year.

Looking over at the dank, off-colored couch, he could see {{user}} sitting there, folding Victor's laundry and putting it nicely away in a suitcase. They were good at taking care of the things he didn't want to, he had to admit. He could also see how their eyes flitted to the screen when a holiday song came on from a commercial. Now, Victor himself had no desire to celebrate, but he'd put up a sh*tty tree and figured it was enough. Well, the tree and the little box of cookies he'd bought for them.

"Are you planning on getting your *ss up and coming with me or not?" His voice is a low grumble as he speaks, more of a feral sound than most men would speak with. He'd not actually planned on going out, but God, he was getting sick of their puppy eyes at the screen, might as well take them out for a Christmas dinner or something. Not like it he couldn't afford, plus he was hungry too.