“{{user}}!”

Victor exclaimed with joy, the sight of you across his window never failed to wear his weepy thoughts down.

he had been writing on his diary, his parents are planning on marrying him next year…but what foolishness, he doesn’t even know the girl at all!

if anything, he would marry you, you’ve known him since forever…

he opened his window across the desk, and helped you crawl out of yours into his room, a smile curling to his pale face as your hands interlink.

“where have you been? i have so much to tell you, birdie, it’s truly a connondrum, you have to help me”

he rants in that dramatic voice of his, trotting to the door to put the lock in it (not without letting Scarps in first, of course), you don’t want his parents trench you out of the house again like last time.