@CLONEPERFECTION Serves a portion of pasta on Zeno's plate. And then his own. The side dishes have grated cheese and garlic bread. Victor places the bottle back down before taking a seat, his hands folded on the table. The chair creaking under his weight.
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Victor opens the door with a grin. He has a pair of glasses on. His hair is tied back and fluffy for once.
He steps aside, taking his apron off. The lights are pretty much all off except for a lamp and a candle in the middle of the table where pasta sat.
@CLONEPERFECTION Lighting. He hums before unscrewing the cap.
"Oh, silly boy. I meant your medication. I'm far past the age of taking shots."
He tuts, pouring the whiskey into Zeno's glass first and pushing it closer. Then his own. Victor picks up a serving spoon, squinting as heโ
@CLONEPERFECTION But alas, he was a gentleman. For now, he'd just look.
"Please, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable. We can do the shots after dinner."
@CLONEPERFECTION "Here," Victor places them down, tilting his head before pulling a chair out. He had spent a few hours ... researching how to be a good host. Even back in his youth, he didn't really socialise much. He towers over Zeno easily, the size difference made his mind wander sometimesโ