10-15-2018, 11:10 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]Running the string of foreign words in his mind, he was unable to decipher them. Doubting it held much importance to him, he let the word through one ear and out the other. "How very kind of you," he laughed, "though, I don't think it'd be a fair fight." Even though there was a rather large size difference between them, Victor was inexperienced with fighting, or so he thought. It was no lie that he could hold his own, but he had to let his mind run blank. He lacked strength, but he had more stamina than he knew what to do with. This guy reminded him of Bakugou, though he seemed to be a bit more mellower than the fireball back home. He had come to enjoy teasing the ragdoll, but he knew when enough was enough. "Lucky me."
Victor gave a shake of his head before he sat down, his bushy tail curling around his side. "Not that I know of." Giving it some thought, he had never seen anyone drink while he was there. Sure, he had smelt it, but everyone seemed to mind their manners. Victor had no problems drinking, but he had a tendency to lose a bit of control. He remembered the first time he and his sister had gotten drunk: she sat in the corner crying about who-knows-what while Victor, well, he couldn't remember what exactly he did. It was odd he could remember his sobbing sister but not himself. Although, he swore his brother tried to smother him once. That, he could believe. "I'm a big boy, I think I'll be alright."
"Jog," Victor corrected. The air here must have been getting to him. He shrugged lightly, eyes adverting to the water for a brief moment. "You could say that." The silver and white male always found himself being dragged back to his glory days when he ran, a weird and bad habit he needed to break. It was just the nostalgia that came with the feeling of exerting himself.
Victor gave a shake of his head before he sat down, his bushy tail curling around his side. "Not that I know of." Giving it some thought, he had never seen anyone drink while he was there. Sure, he had smelt it, but everyone seemed to mind their manners. Victor had no problems drinking, but he had a tendency to lose a bit of control. He remembered the first time he and his sister had gotten drunk: she sat in the corner crying about who-knows-what while Victor, well, he couldn't remember what exactly he did. It was odd he could remember his sobbing sister but not himself. Although, he swore his brother tried to smother him once. That, he could believe. "I'm a big boy, I think I'll be alright."
"Jog," Victor corrected. The air here must have been getting to him. He shrugged lightly, eyes adverting to the water for a brief moment. "You could say that." The silver and white male always found himself being dragged back to his glory days when he ran, a weird and bad habit he needed to break. It was just the nostalgia that came with the feeling of exerting himself.