Room 335 - Monday (After Alphonse, Before Molly's Party)
Victor was sitting in his room, looking over the letter that he'd found slipped under his door. By the time he finished it, he felt a little drained. He understood where Rory was coming from, but he still thought that the note was still a litle bit uppity.
"But does it really matter?" he sighed to himself. He, like Rory, wanted thier battle to be over, and sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good. So, he just let it slide, and decided to take it as just the way she acted.
At least something was going okay today.
[ooc: Open to a certain little lady, though just about anyone can stop by in they want to.]
"But does it really matter?" he sighed to himself. He, like Rory, wanted thier battle to be over, and sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good. So, he just let it slide, and decided to take it as just the way she acted.
At least something was going okay today.
[ooc: Open to a certain little lady, though just about anyone can stop by in they want to.]