gay-thic lit anyone? (o/o)

(Well ain’t that the truth)

Robert ignored his sister’s tone. “Ah, I had wondered if we were going to have the creature come along.” He tilted his head at Victor inquiringly. “Any input, my good man?”

"I can't control him, he goes where he likes." Victor said, completely oblivious to the fact the at this point, the creature was completely devoted to Victor and his safety as he was the only person in the world, or one of few now, who wouldn't kill him on sight. At least Anna, Margaret, and Esme hadn't reacted horribly. "But if he wishes to come along, we'll have to be careful."

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(BABY! LITTLE MAN! I WILL GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS.)

(:3 ty ty)

(Also I wanna draw Victor now)

Robert quirked his brow at Victor’s obliviousness, but said nothing of it. “Well, why don’t you ask him? I need to do some calculations.”
He briefly hugged Margaret again, then made his way upstairs. Entering his room and taking out a briefcase, he then went over to his desk, taking the crew’s payments and placing them in the briefcase. He almost wished he could do more, considering how frustrated they had been with his reckless behavior. Ah well. He went back to the desk and looked in one of the drawers. A various assortment of coins and paper money lay neatly in one section, then in another lay a stack of parchment, two bottles of ink, wax, and a stamp. Why he put the money with his things for writing letters, he wasn’t sure, but perhaps Victor would find these useful. Ah, perhaps that’s why he put the money there, to remind himself to give Victor the things he might need to contact his brother. He looked back at the stacks of money, took it out and set it on the desk, then started counting.
Thirty-five pounds. Okay. If he was being honest, he expected less than that, so he was at least glad he had more than he thought. He put it all in the briefcase, separating it from what was meant for the crew, then he shut it closed. He was about to grab some parchment and things for Victor, but he hesitated. He should probably ask first.
He turned from his bedroom and went to the stairs, calling over the railing, “Victor, if you’re still there, do you need me to get you some parchment and a quill pen to write to your brother?”

(Also I wanna draw Victor now)

(Go ahead!)

Victor called up to answer an affirmative. "Yes, that would certainly help." he said, getting up and looking around wildly, feeling a bit trapped. This house was certainly smaller than his own, and while he was happy staying here, it felt like the walls were closing in on him. "Ahem, I do think it would be useful to contact Ernest, it would at least get my mind off of things." he said, shambling up to where Robert was and coming in a bit too close for comfort, staring over the man's shoulder.

“Alright then,” he replied. “Maggie, we’re going to need about fifteen pounds. I can pay for the rest.”
Robert was about to go back to his bedroom, but Victor was already coming up beside him, so he just stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. He backed away from Victor just so that they were at a more comfortable distance.
“Um, I was going to bring them to you, but I can let you write at my desk if you want,” he said, rubbing his sleeve.

"Right, right. Sorry, I'll just go." he said, turning away from Robert with embarrassment hot on his cheeks. He knew he was doing something wrong, but he didn't quite know what. He kept hurting people, especially people he cared about, and now was not the time to ruin another relationship. "Sorry." he said again, "I didn't know."

(He's like, a twinky halfway himbo. Like, he has one braincell and he devotes it to being oblivious to like, other people and evil gay people science. Like, creating a "perfect man" via science is very trans. I stand by this idea.)

(Oh dude do you mind if I ask you about this? I have a friend who wants to know why you think it’s a trans thing, since they always thought of it as a gay thing. Idk)

Robert stared at him for moment. What happened to the spiteful Victor from last night? Seems like he went on holiday. Robert put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.
“Hey, it’s alright. I was just confused. I’m not offended or anything. Now, do you want to use my writing desk, or no?” He kept his voice calm and steady, eyes fixed on the small man.

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(He's like, a twinky halfway himbo. Like, he has one braincell and he devotes it to being oblivious to like, other people and evil gay people science. Like, creating a "perfect man" via science is very trans. I stand by this idea.)

(Oh dude do you mind if I ask you about this? I have a friend who wants to know why you think it’s a trans thing, since they always thought of it as a gay thing. Idk)

(I just think it could be perceived as either, but I am Trans and Word Of God'ing it and also I just, like, think that honestly remaking what you wish you could be and blah blah blah sappy creating someone without all of oyur flaws blah blah blah-)

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(He looks like such a bitch and I am l o v i n g it)

Robert stared at him for moment. What happened to the spiteful Victor from last night? Seems like he went on holiday. Robert put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.
“Hey, it’s alright. I was just confused. I’m not offended or anything. Now, do you want to use my writing desk, or no?” He kept his voice calm and steady, eyes fixed on the small man.

"Oh, yes!" his eyes lit up, and he moved to sit down, but then thought of that as being too forward with furthering his own goals, maybe selfish even, and he'd always been taught not to be selfish, right? So he simply waited for Robert to invite him to sit down, not wanting to be all up in his face again and give him space because he was a Robert, he probably needed personal space and where had this line of thought gone now?

(Ooooo that’s really cool actually, both of you. Thanks!)

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(He looks like such a bitch and I am l o v i n g it)

(Aaaaaaaa ty!)

“It’s alright, go ahead,” Robert said, waving with his words. He wasn’t sure why Victor hadn’t sat down yet, if he already wanted to sit down anyway. This seemed most unlike him.
A quill pen, one that Robert regularly used, was sitting beside an ink pot on the desk. He walked over to the ink pot and picked it up, swirling it to make sure it hadn’t dried up or something in the months that he had been away. It looked fine to him, so he set it back down. “Parchment is in that drawer there,” he said, gesturing to the first drawer down.

(Victor, you're fond of Robert, admit it.)

Victor nodded, and sat. He took out some parchment and scribbled out a note, signing his name dramatically in a swooping hand, a bit flowery for his usual style but still recognizable enough for Ernest to be comforted in even the slightest capacity. "Thank you, thank you for this." he stammered.

(Hehehehehehe)

“Of course, it’s no trouble,” Robert replied, giving Victor a light smile. “There’s envelopes down there too, and a wax and stamp.”
He found himself almost amused with the way Victor was acting. Why did he need any thanks, after how he put his family in debt, made them suffer?

Victor took an envelope, and somehow managed to seal it despite the way his hands were shaking and sweating so. He was making an utter fool out of himself, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Robert just… did something to him, something he couldn't explain, and he didn't think he wanted it explained at all. "You've been very helpful, I will send this letter off when I am first given the capability to." he nodded, stashing the letter in Robert's borrowed oversized shirt. Was it technically his now? Perhaps, but he really ought to find some better clothes soon.

“We’ll stop by the post office,” he said casually. “Are you ready to go? And are we taking the creature along?”
As he spoke, he moved over to his bed and took the briefcase by the handle. He looked back at Victor, and seeing his discomfort he moved over to him and put a hand around his shoulders, trying to reassure him that there was no need to be overwhelmed.

"I'll ask him." Victor pulled away from the hand, not feeling like being touched right now. He was fine when he himself was making the contact, but when it came to others? Well, the only people he trusted were all dead now, either from disease or brutal murder by his own hand, directly or indirectly. His mother… well, she was something he'd prefer not to think about. Especially relating to his father, who he'd always feared in some way. "Do you believe we'll be perfectly safe?" he asked, eyes flitting about the room.

TW for, y'know, Victor doing what Victor does do but… Bride To Be concept? Idk if I want this as a sub-plot, but I could do A Thing. https://s3.amazonaws.com/notebook-content-uploads/content/uploads/medium/1420147c-ec29-4858-a6a6-6ee1a6a4d74b.jpg?1612701524

I may have designed her and given her a name… https://s3.amazonaws.com/notebook-content-uploads/content/uploads/medium/f28708b9-746e-4935-855f-dc57a6e6baf9.jpg?1612703342 anyways I don't really think I should follow up on this sub-plot, but I have ideas for how to tie it into the main story so… eh.

(She'll play a sibling role to the creature instead of a "bride" role as I find that less creepy but hey. I can indulge in my families being families bullshit on my own.)