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[victormakesart]

Victor is in a pair of knee-long rainbow unicorn swim trunks. Victor is so subtle it hurts a little sometimes, with the gigantic aviators that cover up most of the face, the loose black t-shirt, and the big burgundy robe.

Vic's about to go jacuzzing with Malcolm, a new friend from far away. Vic is barefoot, legs also bare, appropriately SPFed, feeling really rather naked, which will soon prove to be an ironic feeling indeed.

((Drag-'verse!))

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[backtomyplace.livejournal.com]

He leaned back against the wall of the hot tub, his eyes moving over Victor's body. "What happened to you? Lose a fight with a food processor?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

It's quite true. Victor looks rather like someone who wore industrial strength magnets to a knife convention. It's made all the more ridiculous by the fact that he is still covering his eyes. "I was close friends with a good boy that had bad enemies, and I was a convenient target. This happened over the course of years."

[backtomyplace.livejournal.com]

His eyes narrowed as he studied Victor. "You out of that now, though?" He didn't know what he could do about it if the kid was in trouble, but he felt like he should do something. He hoped it wouldn't come to that.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, nothing's happened in over two and a half years." He squirms where he's sitting. Then he says, "Is it safe for me to uncover my eyes? I mean to say, are you covered with water and stuff?"

[backtomyplace.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to suddenly launch myself at you or anything, you know," he said with a tiny smile. "Yeah, open your eyes. I'm just here."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

He opens up his eyes, and he smiles at him softly, something sly and fully innocent in that smile, like a kid who knows he's doing something slightly off-color. "I know, I trust you. But it'd be inappropriate if I saw you naked."

[backtomyplace.livejournal.com]

"Be inappropriate, then. Can't hurt you." He stretched languidly, a wicked smile on his face. He reached down again and splashed a bit of water at Victor.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I couldn't. I'd feel bad." He splashes right back, grin widening, stretching back, arm around the back of the tub. Sleeve sticking to his puny little bicep. Victor is not what you would call particularly strong. His muscles are the exact equivalent of what you'd expect out of a runner, or a very rarely swimmer.