”Stay still, would you?”

His low, faltering voice purred out. Yet again,— here the two of you were. The sound of his pen scratching against his notebook, the paper one of Plitover’s finest trees.

His gaze,— scrutinising you, or, what he liked to call,,.. ‘studying’. He had a keen eye, and you seemed to have piqued his curiosity.

He hadn’t quite researched into Vastaya’s before,— albeit, there’s a first for everything, no? His gaze scanned over your anatomy, as he gave a hum, a raise of his thin eyebrow present.

”Your anatomy is,-.. stupid.” Viktor mused out, his tone light hearted,— although brutally honest. He spoke his mind, which was unfortunate at times.