[ota] whistle while you work
Victor Fox is not a man to express any particular emotion at any given time. His annoyance seemed a more constant state of normalcy that one might assume it was a default setting- particularly if one was coming into his office to lodge a complaint. Most people stayed out of his way, it was just the norm. So it might well come to most people's surprise to find him in a good mood.
Which would often lead those closest to him to assume he'd rid some poor soul of his life. (To be fair, it was most often one of the reasons for his up-beat moods. It was, perhaps, a terrible thing to find a certain sort of amusement in ridding the world of one useless thorn at a time.)
But this was a different sort of pleased mood about the usually surly Ten. A light bounce to his step, a smile smirk that was easy to miss if one wasn't used to seeing it, and a good natured sort of hum to is day. He didn't often display his happiness, that much was true. Zoe, for example, made him quite happy. Happier, perhaps, than he ever expected her to. And soon she would be his wife, in more than merely his thoughts. And that pleased him. Particularly after having given up on the idea of having his own family some ten years ago.
And as he often did of his own accord, Victor was inclined to sign a little. It was, in truth, a bit poetic as he'd first met Zoe as he leaned against an unmanned bar and singing softly to himself. Tonight, though, he wasn't singing about Big Bad Wolves (nor in a bar), but how for once in his life- he had someone who needed him as he poured himself a whiskey.
Which would often lead those closest to him to assume he'd rid some poor soul of his life. (To be fair, it was most often one of the reasons for his up-beat moods. It was, perhaps, a terrible thing to find a certain sort of amusement in ridding the world of one useless thorn at a time.)
But this was a different sort of pleased mood about the usually surly Ten. A light bounce to his step, a smile smirk that was easy to miss if one wasn't used to seeing it, and a good natured sort of hum to is day. He didn't often display his happiness, that much was true. Zoe, for example, made him quite happy. Happier, perhaps, than he ever expected her to. And soon she would be his wife, in more than merely his thoughts. And that pleased him. Particularly after having given up on the idea of having his own family some ten years ago.
And as he often did of his own accord, Victor was inclined to sign a little. It was, in truth, a bit poetic as he'd first met Zoe as he leaned against an unmanned bar and singing softly to himself. Tonight, though, he wasn't singing about Big Bad Wolves (nor in a bar), but how for once in his life- he had someone who needed him as he poured himself a whiskey.