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23 February 2010 @ 09:12 pm
Destroying Love's Young Dream (RP for phasing_cat)  
Victor didn't make it a habit of his to carry a phone with him anywhere, but lately, it seemed to be something of a good idea. For a start, trying to work the damn thing with his claws was irritating as hell, not to mention the annoying noises it made when it did ring. He could recall a time before phones had even been invented, and he remembered it as being blissfully quiet. Still, the thing had its uses occasionally.

...but now wasn't one of those times, at least as far as he was concerned. He was making his way through the woodland near to the house where he'd lately taken up residence, doing his best to track down a deer that he'd spotted in the past day or so, and the need to hunt was just burning in his blood. He'd finally managed to corner the creature a short distance away from the house when that damned phone had begun to ring.

Dammit!
 
 
Current Mood: mischievousmischievous
 
 
 
phasing_cat: squinty looking upphasing_cat on March 2nd, 2010 02:24 am (UTC)
She made another face, obviously frustrated. "Fine, don't tell me, Vic. And I won't show you mine either." She smiled sweetly for anyone watching, her teeth clenched behind it.

The waiter chose that moment to arrive. They quickly placed their drink and dinner orders. The waiter kept looking sideways at Victor, and something about it annoyed the hell out of Kitty. She may not be in love with him, but any mutant being treated like a freak was unacceptable to her. She was about to ask him what his problem was when he left. Kitty squeezed Victor's hand, careful to avoid his claws.

"Well, there goes his tip. Jerk."
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Invite Me In?watch_the_nails on March 2nd, 2010 07:04 pm (UTC)
Victor barely even noticed the waiter's attitude towards him. He'd grown so used to that kind of response over the years that it was second nature to him now; he tended to presume that every human would hate and fear him just because of what he was, and in a way, he revelled in it. Self-pity had long given way to arrogance and pride at what he could do. They expected a monster, and that's just what he'd give them.

"You're not gonna show me yours?" he teased, finding himself surprised at the way Kitty was still in voluntary physical contact with him. It was unusual for females to want that kind of connection; it wasn't something which he lost sleep over since, as with the way humans reacted to him, he'd long ago accepted that was the way things were. It didn't mean he didn't still find it startling at times, though. "Not even if I walk y'home an' don't try an' stick my hand down your top?"