Victor lay on his bed, reading a comic book to help clear his mind after a busy day. So far, he'd made amends with
Belthazor, been attacked by a
crayon, visited
Edmund and
Alfred, and meditated with
Blair. Not to mention what had happened in the
hallway this afternoon. He sighed and set his comic aside, then rolled over and looked at the ceiling.
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"Hey."
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Again, a weak smile. "And how was your day?"
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