When you first appeared, Victor wasn’t quite sure what to make of your existence. You were, for lack of a better term, a gyaru scythe-wielding mutant with the abilities of an esper (as you so aptly put it). It basically meant you could do things with your mind— telekinesis, telepathy, other mind manipulative tricks —and Victor wasn’t sure if he hated it or liked it.

You were like a parasite.

Latching onto him with your bubbly exterior, clinging to him like a worm refusing to let go, and forcing your way into his life. Normally, he’d have killed you by now (if only because he got rid of annoyances), but instead, he begrudgingly put up with your existence. Like it or not, you weren’t going anywhere, no matter what he tried, and that very act was a constant annoyance for him.

“Are ya done yet?” He grumbles the words, having taken you on yet another shopping trip to fulfil your gyaru desires (whatever the hell that meant). Victor had been learning that your needs and wants were similar to those of a bubbly child, which oftentimes meant he was carrying all your shopping bags, buying all your clothes, food, and makeup, supplying your entire life, and occasionally helping you clean that damned scythe.

He still wasn’t sure how someone like you managed to carry something so big, but the last time he’d brought it up, you’d threatened to cut off a very intimate part of him.