viktorymaker

[prompto should have, in fact, checked. and prompto will definitely not crash through the door to get in; he likes being on the good side of the law! besides, he's learnt his lesson about breaking and entering.]

[after trying and confirming that the door won't budge, he sighs and is about to give up--until he hears music.]

[that's enough to have him go about and around the building, until he spots an area with large windows for walls, a person inside.]

[he tries waving dramatically to be seen!! ?]

[ We're all glad you didn't try to break and enter, Prompto! Especially since this place has been broken into before, and its upgraded alarm system is very sensitive about that embarrassing experience!

Anyway, Viktor's office is upstairs, which is where he was until now, but he had just walked into that particular room, looking for a CD someone had misplaced the day before. So he sees Prompto when he looks up from the stereo.

And, well, he's confused at first. What is someone doing here on Sund-- Oh. Maybe he was passing by and saying hi! And so he smiles and waves back at him. ]

[oh! it's probably a good sign that he is getting waved and smiled at, right? prompto returns the gesture, except it doesn't seem to be going anywhere, and he faintly wonders if mr nikiforov is an oblivious type of person]

[he raises his portfolio, a black-cover thing, and then takes out his camera]

[maybe this will remind viktor what he may be here for today?]

[ He doesn't get it right away, but he does soon enough! And then he raises a hand, like he's telling Prompto to wait, and leaves the room. Less than a minute after this, the door opens with a buzz and a click.

...If Prompto doesn't come in, Viktor will go to the door himself. But surely Viktor is the only oblivious one here, right? ]

[prompto's nothing short of observant, and he's grinning soon as he notices viktor's going up and about, he waits excitedly by the door until it buzzes open. he steps inside, making sure to close it carefully (not realising it's one of those automatic doors that close slowly on their own), and steps forward.]

Hi, mister Nikiforov! It's Prompto! Sorry for coming unannounced!

That's not a problem. Not now that I saw you, anyway! It's not a business day, so I wasn't expecting anyone to drop by.

[ He picks up his mug from the receptionist's desk as he says this. It's a modern glass desk, where a mug with a cute paws design clearly didn't belong. The CD stays there for now, though. ]

It's been a while. How have you been?

Getting better.

[after his... embarrassing (and accidental!) post on the network. he walks on closer towards the desk and carefully puts down his portfolio, hands atop it in some gesture of nervousness towards his work.]

I don't mean to assume, but it sounds like you've been doing fine yourself. Nice cup, by the way.

[ Do you mean he's getting better from that one post that Viktor forgot? ]

Oh, this one? It's one of my favorites, I must say. It's boring to always drink from the same cup, so I have a small collection with different designs upstairs in my office.

[ He puts a finger on his lips, smiling as he thinks of something. ]

Right. Would you like some coffee while we talk business, or are you in a hurry?

[totally don't know what you're talking about]

Cool.

[prompto can respect that, except he literally only has the one cup: his own. and then one more just in case his cup breaks or he has a guest (highly unlikely, since he's usually the guest).]

I'm not in a hurry, but I'll have hot cocoa instead if you have it. Or water. Can I choose the cup I drink it from?

[ He chuckles. ]

Sure. Follow me, I think the owner has cocoa in her office.

[ Which means he'll be "borrowing" some... That being said, he turns and leads the way! There are a few dance rooms on this floor, and all the doors are open so if Prompto looks he can see that they're all equipped with stereos and mirrors and barres, some props are lying around, etc! The stairs are at the end of the corridor, next to a bathroom and the kitchen, which in turn leads to a backyard. In fact, they can hear a dog barking excitedly as they walk past. ]

I'm not done yet, Makkachin! Be a good boy and wait, OK?

[ Anyway, there are more rooms upstairs, which is where they're headed! And there's also a third floor, but that's not relevant right now. Viktor stops in front of the only door that is locked, taking out his keys like it's totally normal to have a copy of the owner's keys to her own office. ]

It's good that she's not here. She's a bit obsessed with security, as you can see.

Edited (editx99100, i could continue forever OKAY I WILL NOT REREAD THIS in case i find more things to fix) 2017-03-30 04:56 (UTC)

[prompto follows, looking this way and that into all the different rooms they pass, his curiosity massively piqued by how different this place is to any he's been in before--clearly, prompto has never been a pursuer of dance.]

[it's impressive that there's a backyard? it's almost as if this were a house. and just as excited as makkachin is, prompto is also perking up to see where the barking is coming from.]

[but--! no time for that! as they arrive at some locked doors]

Oooh, is it okay for us to go in then? She won't know about it and then hunt us down, will she?

[he has no idea of who this person could be]

[ This is, in fact, a remodeled house! How did you know? ]

Don't worry about it~.

[ That is to say, she totally will hunt him down for this, if he knows her at all. But that's Viktor's problem, not Prompto's.

He opens the door and now Prompto can see a very nice office that may or may not have more than one phone line and computers. Wow, weird! Anyway, Viktor enters the room and walks up to a small table to take a can of cocoa from there. Once he has it in his hand, he walks out of the room again breezily, assuming that Prompto will follow (if he entered the room at all). ]

OK. My office is this way.

[ The door will close and lock itself automatically when they're outside! And Viktor will open another door across the corridor, one that was clearly not locked. It leads to a very bright, big room, with windows open, a mirror, a barre, a stereo... It's totally a dance room. But it also has a desk against a wall, with a laptop, two mobile phones and some papers, and so on. Welcome to his so-called office! He's clearly claimed this dance room for himself. There's also an electric boiler on a small cupboard. He gestures at it as he takes a folding chair so that Prompto has somewhere to sit. ]

My collection is there. [ It has some cute things with dog and stylized dance silhouettes designs, but it also has things like this and this and this and this. ]

[prompto follows in absolute awe. he thinks that when he starts his photography business proper--one day, maybe--he would love to have a place so spacious and as big as this one. it feels like a business place, clearly, but it also has that sense of home-like familiarity.]

[he's even in more awe as he looks about viktor's office, turning on his feet and looking at all the cute little things and such, and then his expression goes childish as he's charmed by the cups]

[he picks one of these, clearly, and heads on over back to viktor]

This is so cool! I'll have the hot cocoa on this!

[ Viktor takes that cup from Prompto and prepares his cocoa, which won't take too long, because I really don't want to write paragraphs and paragraphs about making hot chocolate! So, once he's done, he'll hand it back to him and take a seat on his desk, crossing one of his legs over the other and leaning forward slightly. He also gestures at the chair in case Prompto didn't realize that one's meant for him to use if he wants. ]

Have you been busy lately?

[prompto does in fact take the chair, nursing at the warm cup of hot cocoa and bringing it close to his face to blow on it. fuu, fuu...]

Hm?

[foamy]

A bit! Just the usual, I guess? Nothing I can't handle. [and since manners are important to a to-be-employer...] Er, how about you?

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oh, my god. my week went by me like ? death by work stress

sobs softly I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN this week was hell

we will slowly get this right

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so i was out of the country and got sick shortly after returning..CURSED THREAD??

a-at least this is not timesensitive CURSED MONTH!! what was march even

a shadow of april...

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