[Keeping himself as invisible as he can with a shirt wet with tit milk, Victor toddles after Roman like a lost puppy. He doesn't say much, more or less stares at the sights, and smiles at a few idiots that don't get Roman's stink eye.
A fleeting thought comes to him about dragging Roman close, to nip at his neck when a few morons that must be hoping for the serrated end of a blade stare at Roman too long. He lets them go, lucky for them when Roman pulls him away.
The order he gives Victor, however, makes him pause.]
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A fleeting thought comes to him about dragging Roman close, to nip at his neck when a few morons that must be hoping for the serrated end of a blade stare at Roman too long. He lets them go, lucky for them when Roman pulls him away.
The order he gives Victor, however, makes him pause.]
Do they not have eyes?