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[fourlevels]

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[sleight_of_hand]

VIKTOR
NIKIFOROV
DON'T YOU DARE

[fourlevels]

I'm going to knock VERY LOUDLY on the door unless you're in the hallway by the time I get to your floor~

[sleight_of_hand]

FINE
DO IT
I DARE YOU
IF YOU WAKE HIM UP
MY SORE ASS IS ON YOUR HANDS
AND NOT IN THE FUN WAY

[fourlevels]

I'm in the elevator~ on my way~ you better be out there~

[sleight_of_hand]

I'm not~~~

(╬ﾟ◥益◤ﾟ)

[fourlevels]

Last chance!

[sleight_of_hand]

Okay.
One question.
Do you have ANY I D E A how hard movement is right now?
You're so cruel to me.

[fourlevels]

You have to walk out of the hotel anyway, I can't carry you out without drawing more attention

[sleight_of_hand]

At least when you do that I'll have CLOTHES on.

[ He was hobbling over to the door, though, flinching with every single movement. Ow, god, his spine, his ass, his neck, his everything. ]

I didn't exactly plan on this happening, you know.

[ He swung the door open, clinging to his blanket as his poked his head out, trying to see where Viktor was. ]

[fourlevels]

[ He's at the end of the hallway, a bundle of clothes under one arm and his phone in the other hand by his face, reading the message after the ping comes in. A couple seconds later, he glances up to see Adachi with a wave and the brightest megawatt smile on his face that should be illegal at this early in the morning.

He makes absolutely no move to come closer in order to drop the clothes off for Adachi. ]

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Oh for the love of... Adachi wasn't quite whispering, but the hiss of his voice was low as he called to him. ]

Viktor! Don't do this to me. I can barely walk!

[fourlevels]

[ If anything that grin goes wider, and Viktor shakes his head. He crooks his finger at Adachi in a clear signal for him to walk towards him in the hallway. ]

[sleight_of_hand]

Viktor!

[ Holy hell, he was going to find a TV to shove him into. He didn't care if it didn't actually work. He deserved it. ]

Show some damn mercy.

[fourlevels]

[ He stage whispers back so they're not talking that loudly in a public hallway in the middle of ass early o'clock in the morning. ]

Just a couple steps out then I'll be satisfied!

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Oh god he is hating Viktor so much right now. He took a couple steps out, legs wobbling like he still had a big, thick rod jammed up his ass. ]

Happy!?

[fourlevels]

[ Oh my god he really is wearing a bed sheet Viktor is just living right now. He starts to snicker (quietly!), but is finally moving toward Adachi, holding out the clothes when he's near enough. ]

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi snatched them out of his hand, before shaking them at him a moment. ]

You are a jerk.

[ He wobbled back into the hotel room, moving away from the door to get changed, but leaving it open for him. ]

[fourlevels]

[ He keeps chuckling as he steps just one foot in, politely averting his gaze after giving Adachi a once over. (Not like that, but mainly to see if he was actually hurt or bruised.) He stays quiet too, not wanting to wake whoever it was Adachi was with. ]

[sleight_of_hand]

[ It was a pretty posh space, with a mini living room attached to a kitchenette. The bedroom was behind a closed door, keeping the mystery man out of sight. Though he had definitely left his mark; there was obvious bruising where Adachi had been grabbed, and... ]

[ Well. Those were some pretty noticeable puncture wounds on his neck. ]

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor's humor completely falls away, making his gasp lightly. Then he's stepping in to look at it more closely, completely heedless of the fact that Adachi is still trying to dress. He whispers heatedly. ]

Tohru! Did they—did they drug you?

[sleight_of_hand]

Hunh?

[ Adachi turned back at him in confusion, before his hand went to his neck, flinching at the marks there. ]

Oh. No. I mean, I think there was something in the tea that made this all seem like a good idea, but no.

[ He gestured toward the closed door. ]

Pretty sure the guy's a vampire on top of being built like a truck. Because that's fair.

[ He struggled with Viktor's pants, trying to get his belt to go around them and keep them up. Someone really needed to force feed him until he put on some real weight; even with the muscle he was building up, Adachi was scrawny as hell. ]

He didn't wake up when I got out of bed, but I don't want to take my chances when he does.

[fourlevels]

A vampire?

[ Boi, Viktor is getting you a supersized breakfast after this. ]

[sleight_of_hand]

Yeah.

[ Adachi paused at that, turning around wearing Viktor's pants. And... yeah, he looked ridiculous. ]

Why? A vampire is probably the least surprising thing we've come across.

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor pauses and tilts his head a bit. ]

I guess that's true. It's still out of the ordinary for me.

... Do we need to get you orange juice?

[sleight_of_hand]

I'm less worried about the blood loss and more worried about how long it's going to take for my ass to recover.

[ He pulled the shirt on next, practically drowning in that too. Adachi shuffled over to the couch next, pulling on his boots and gathering up his things before attempting to get back up, flinching the whole time. ]

C'mon, let's get out of here.