He presses the flat of the blade across Oswald's cheek, in order to push his face to the side and expose his neck. He leans in closer, as if he's inspecting Oswald's face, and the cut on his neck. ]
No you're not. Penguin's got a couple of decades on you, pretty boy.
[ Without much of a warning, Victor licks the stripe of blood up from his neck, from base and past the scratch up to chin. The knife stays put as he sits back on his haunches, and he takes a good moment to watch Oswald's eyes.
Then he grins. It's a lopsided thing where the glint of gold teeth peek out the corner. Then, the knife is lifted from Oswald's cheek, open but no longer pressing against skin. ]
You walk like him though. You his kid or something?
[ As far as he's concerned, that explains the recognition. ]
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Now that's interesting.
Also, sounds like bullshit.
He presses the flat of the blade across Oswald's cheek, in order to push his face to the side and expose his neck. He leans in closer, as if he's inspecting Oswald's face, and the cut on his neck. ]
No you're not. Penguin's got a couple of decades on you, pretty boy.
[ Without much of a warning, Victor licks the stripe of blood up from his neck, from base and past the scratch up to chin. The knife stays put as he sits back on his haunches, and he takes a good moment to watch Oswald's eyes.
Then he grins. It's a lopsided thing where the glint of gold teeth peek out the corner. Then, the knife is lifted from Oswald's cheek, open but no longer pressing against skin. ]
You walk like him though. You his kid or something?
[ As far as he's concerned, that explains the recognition. ]