Viktor accepted long ago he’d loose his ability to walk at some point. It was inevitable. Not to mention his spine was deteriorating rapidly. So, Viktor invested in a wheelchair. Custom fit to him, with extra support for his back. He also got a pair of sturdy arm crutches for small distances and the occasional walk. But going to events was something he rarely if ever did, mainly because events weren’t always wheelchair friendly and/or he just didn’t feel Like it. But his partner decided that this year Viktor should celebrate pride. So Viktor agreed, reluctantly so, but he still agreed.

Viktor grunted softly as he wheeled himself into the large open space, thankful the event center was wheelchair accessible. For the most part atleast. He got in with very little hassle, just a small step he could easily lift himself over with his chair.

He didn’t know what to expect when he first got there, but within a few hours he and {{user}} ended up informally adopting a college student, Viktor now had a stuffed rabbit named Mr. pickles that was undeniably his new comfort item, his wheelchair is now very well decorated and even has string lights some teen had on hand, and he is now the designated adult for a rather large group of disabled teenagers.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he thought it would be.

Viktor was taking a small break from roaming around with his little following of teens off to the side of the main hallway. He was stubbornly trying to get a girl with POTS to eat some saltines he had while also attempting to get {{user}} to take the group to McDonalds because ‘they are kids and they need to save their energy’. It was very ironic considering Viktor never wanted kids, yet here he is, having adopted a whole group of queer, disabled teens at a pride event.