[ allowing him to pick her up, she stares at him. assessing him, vasilka doesn't so much as twitch. her tail doesn't sweep against the air and she almost becomes boneless as she waits for victor's next move. will he toss her into the hallway? sacrifice her out the window? will he lock her beneath a floorboard, or even experiment upon her to make her his latest monster? ]
[ if vasilka could speak, she'd inform him his aftershave doesn't smell all that horrible. ]
[ after a moment, she tilts her head to make a move — a slight nudge of her nose, perhaps even a bite of her teeth if she's feeling overly affectionate — for his wrist. perhaps she's trying to give victor an answer with a bite? ]
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[ if vasilka could speak, she'd inform him his aftershave doesn't smell all that horrible. ]
[ after a moment, she tilts her head to make a move — a slight nudge of her nose, perhaps even a bite of her teeth if she's feeling overly affectionate — for his wrist. perhaps she's trying to give victor an answer with a bite? ]