[ It's a few minutes before a reply comes in; Viktor's early-to-bed schedule actually already had him asleep but had awoken when Makkachin felt like being cuddly and stepped on him in sensitive areas. Viktor had just about drifted back to sleep when his muggy brain registered the phone's ping, and it takes him several attempts to squint at the bright screen to produce a coherent reply. ]
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