"...Can I have some?"

This is the first time someone has actually let him eat some of the food he's asked for. He's feeling /blessed/. Picking up the cup, he finds himself grinning. "Thanks so much!"

Victor stops in his tracks when he hears the boys voice, his hand going to his gun an apple falling from it. Thst was, until he realized who it was, eyes growing wide. "Woooah... That's new."

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He holds his hands up, flashing an innocent smile. (Well, as innocent as Victor could get.) "That's a neat party trick you're learning, kid. Very... Good?" Is he comfortable around children? No. Not entirely, but he was adjusting. Not fast enough, but, adjusting.

“Yeah s’all good. You gotta build up some strength. I nearly dislocated my shoulder the first time I shot a rifle.” He offers with small shrug, moving to pick up his dropped snack before pausing. Fuck apples. “Wanna go get ice cream?”

He squints, like Martín just asked him a dumb question. It wasn't one really, he just wasn't expecting it. "No! Why the hell would I lie about icecream? I'm not a monster."

He pausss to read the note, snorting a little. "They sound like real assholes. I don't think Penguin would like it very much if I tried that... And I like getting paid. Besides. Every kid should have a knife."

"Heh. A-s-s-h-o-l-e." He shrugs, more than happy to be his bad influence.

Victor is more that happy to corrupt the mind of the kid. Especially if gets a rise from Ozzy. That's always a good time. "So. Icecream? Or do I have to go by myself? That'd be weird... I don't exactly blend in there."

"Sorry I haven't really been around. I was taking a nap. A really long nap. That involved being in the hospital because of bullet wounds..." "Anyway, what's up?"

Everyone is aiming shit at him or shooting arrows or pushing him into bloodbaths and honestly– He's having a great time. Typical sunday night shenanigans.

He came here to get attacked and he's having a great time right now.

Woah. Watch it. Do that too much and you might actually hit your target.

That sounds... Statistically impossible.

She doesn't but who wants to be a known lair. Especially in a town like this. Yikes.

Complaining? Oh dude... Does he need hearing aids?

Anytime? He might have to overindulge.

"𝑴𝑨𝒀𝑩𝑬 𝑰 𝑨𝑴 𝑪𝑹𝑨𝒁𝒀, 𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲." ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ-38. sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴋɪᴅ. ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇs ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ. sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴛʜᴜᴍʙ. 《#DCRP || #SVRP || #FlarrowRP》