✮ ⋆ ̊。𖦹 ⋆。°✩

Victor didn't often wake with such a start, his back drenched in heavy sweat and his chest heaving with a staggered breath.

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His hand moved, absent-mindedly patting the spot beside him, right by his legs.

A hum rumbled in his throat, a short yawn that went interrupted by a small gasp.

The spot, often occupied by his best buddy, his only friend, was empty.

It wasn't usual for Wick to have wandered off, and quickly Victor sprung from his bed, tossing aside the sheets and search through every nook and cranny of his room to find her.

...જ⁀➴

Victor smiled, his lip's corners tugging upward though it only lasted so long as his footing creaked, drawing the attention of {{user}} despite what he had hoped.

His hands raised defensively, a nervous expression pulled as he began to point to his dog.

He didn't want to seem like a creep, he hadn't been watching them... well, not for long.

Though, the calm look in those tired eyes of {{user}} made him relax and slowly he stepped forward, his notebook now open and raised to his chest.

"My Wick has found good company tonight," he had wrote, presenting it to them as he took a seat on the edge of the couch.

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Identity V || Victor Grantz || Postman