[Confirmation bias, huh, now he's got jokes. Octavian huffs, amused; it is confirmation bias in a way, but that doesn't make it less true. Sterling would have liked Viktor, even more after that particular declaration about Octavian, and Octavian thinks that's worth knowing.
Ah, but he's yanked out of those thoughts by pink lizard tongue, sputtering and tugging his hand back to look at it like he doesn't get why that would happen. Help? Animals? How does one deal with an animal? After a moment he looks over at Rio zipping around, and as he shakes his hand to dry off this Rio spit,] Your opinion is noted.
[Jeez... look at her go, though. At least she's having fun. He looks at Viktor again, taking a moment to appreciate how he looks in the fading light, very handsome, 10/10—]
The university is in another district... although, well, [He shrugs; this is a dream? It could be around the corner, who knows.] We could visit the river. Come.
[Come, it's time to take a walk in the direction he remembers the river being in, and whether or not the dream folds space to make the walk shorter is both unclear and unimportant; they make it to said river, a fairly impressively wide thing especially given how dusty and dry the rest of the place is, with a bridge close by and plenty others in sight further down. They're heading onto the bridge.]
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Ah, but he's yanked out of those thoughts by pink lizard tongue, sputtering and tugging his hand back to look at it like he doesn't get why that would happen. Help? Animals? How does one deal with an animal? After a moment he looks over at Rio zipping around, and as he shakes his hand to dry off this Rio spit,] Your opinion is noted.
[Jeez... look at her go, though. At least she's having fun. He looks at Viktor again, taking a moment to appreciate how he looks in the fading light, very handsome, 10/10—]
The university is in another district... although, well, [He shrugs; this is a dream? It could be around the corner, who knows.] We could visit the river. Come.
[Come, it's time to take a walk in the direction he remembers the river being in, and whether or not the dream folds space to make the walk shorter is both unclear and unimportant; they make it to said river, a fairly impressively wide thing especially given how dusty and dry the rest of the place is, with a bridge close by and plenty others in sight further down. They're heading onto the bridge.]
This river is man-made. Before my time.