[viktor's head falls against pal's shoulder, a helpless laugh. he turns his head to press a kiss to pal's neck, then another, deeply considering trying to push his luck and see how much distraction he can manage. the last time they were frisky at the chairs here was Blueberry Time Loops, which he'd be happy to just thoroughly erase from their memory with a new, improved one.

so pal's got his work cut out for him as he ponders how helpful he wants to be, and murmurs into pal's neck,] The fact we missed each other so often last month is proof you are still taking on a great deal. I suppose it is a sin of mine as well.

[and a soft laugh against his skin.] I am weak to you. And surely the crackers can wait? [vile temptress.]