A Little Light Reading - OTA
With his lone copy of 'Hustler' safely stashed away under his mattress - technically he supposed it was contraband, and there was no way in hell he wanted his 'reading material' taken away from him - Victor found himself with little else to do except try and amuse himself without ending up breaking anything.
That was why he was currently sprawled across a couple of chairs in the Mess Hall reading a copy of the Anaheim Gazette which he'd found lying around on one of the tables, a slightly-battered newspaper which had perhaps been left here by one of the other soldiers or another member of the team. Contrary to popular belief, the feral could read; it was just that, most of the time, he chose not to. Sure, he was no scholar, but he could get by well enough to locate the adult section in most bookstores and shops without much trouble.
The article about Japan in particular caught his eye, and he couldn't help but snicker to himself as he read about the supposed 'quake'. He didn't know the exact details of the incident, but he was intelligent enough to put two and two together and make five minus one; shaking his head and smirking, he turned the page, living in the eternal hope of finding a centre-page spread involving eighteen-year-olds and bikinis.
That was why he was currently sprawled across a couple of chairs in the Mess Hall reading a copy of the Anaheim Gazette which he'd found lying around on one of the tables, a slightly-battered newspaper which had perhaps been left here by one of the other soldiers or another member of the team. Contrary to popular belief, the feral could read; it was just that, most of the time, he chose not to. Sure, he was no scholar, but he could get by well enough to locate the adult section in most bookstores and shops without much trouble.
The article about Japan in particular caught his eye, and he couldn't help but snicker to himself as he read about the supposed 'quake'. He didn't know the exact details of the incident, but he was intelligent enough to put two and two together and make five minus one; shaking his head and smirking, he turned the page, living in the eternal hope of finding a centre-page spread involving eighteen-year-olds and bikinis.