This is truly Viktor's happy place, aside from in the skies with Skan- he can work on his little projects in the company of brilliant people and comforting friends. Barcus, Lioriley, Simon, Ferin, and the latest addition, Xander.
Viktor is the picture of grace when Xander arrives back at the shop. He's had several hours alone to hyperfixate on his project, and boy did he. He's lying on the floor on his side, assembling a prototype of a wheelchair, which also lays on its side as Viktor tinkers inside of it.
There are exceedingly few people who can break Viktor out of hyperfocus, if any. But he's gotten used to the sound of Xander's mismatched step, the three points of contact with the floor rather than two, and it pulls him from his focus immediately today, with a flutter in his stomach. He grunts softly as he pushes himself to sit up.
"I did not expect you'd be back today," he murmurs, looking up at Xander, clocking the basket curiously.
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Viktor is the picture of grace when Xander arrives back at the shop. He's had several hours alone to hyperfixate on his project, and boy did he. He's lying on the floor on his side, assembling a prototype of a wheelchair, which also lays on its side as Viktor tinkers inside of it.
There are exceedingly few people who can break Viktor out of hyperfocus, if any. But he's gotten used to the sound of Xander's mismatched step, the three points of contact with the floor rather than two, and it pulls him from his focus immediately today, with a flutter in his stomach. He grunts softly as he pushes himself to sit up.
"I did not expect you'd be back today," he murmurs, looking up at Xander, clocking the basket curiously.
"A proposition?"