Oh, thank you. [He accepts the flowers, looking them over. Quite pretty -- he'll have to get them in some water.] Oh, yes, of course.
[He moves out of the doorway so Kurenai can enter. His room looks rather different from hers -- a little more sparse, perhaps, given the small amount of furniture. Like her, though, Victor's given it his personal touch -- he's hung up some pictures he likes on the walls, and the desk in the corner already looks well-used, with a few ink stains and drink rings. His sketchbook from before rests on the surface, accompanied by an inkwell and quill.]
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Oh, thank you. [He accepts the flowers, looking them over. Quite pretty -- he'll have to get them in some water.] Oh, yes, of course.
[He moves out of the doorway so Kurenai can enter. His room looks rather different from hers -- a little more sparse, perhaps, given the small amount of furniture. Like her, though, Victor's given it his personal touch -- he's hung up some pictures he likes on the walls, and the desk in the corner already looks well-used, with a few ink stains and drink rings. His sketchbook from before rests on the surface, accompanied by an inkwell and quill.]