[Viktor's lips upturn to a small, slightly sour smile. He'd rather no one had noticed anything at all, but at least this one might keep their mouth shut.]
I must have been mistaken.
[More vagueness, as he raises his fingers to lace together in front of him, elbows propped on the table as well, as the utensil slides further down his sleeve. Perhaps if he had any muscles on his bones, it would leave an obvious strange bump in the sleeve, but given his thinness, it doesn't look too strange.
He's pretty done with eating this horrible slop anyway, so he nudges it out of the way to better converse.]
So. What do you make of all this?
[If there was an award for how casually this is asked, he might at least get runner-up.]
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I must have been mistaken.
[More vagueness, as he raises his fingers to lace together in front of him, elbows propped on the table as well, as the utensil slides further down his sleeve. Perhaps if he had any muscles on his bones, it would leave an obvious strange bump in the sleeve, but given his thinness, it doesn't look too strange.
He's pretty done with eating this horrible slop anyway, so he nudges it out of the way to better converse.]
So. What do you make of all this?
[If there was an award for how casually this is asked, he might at least get runner-up.]