Although he was still housed in Green block, it was so packed the feral could barely move and took to going to Red block to get something to eat and right now the staff were too overworked to really care who ate where; Red block was the only place Victor wasn't constantly getting bumped into, his growls of annoyance almost deafened by all the chatter. He was tired, and he planned later to go find a quiet spot and lay in the sun. People were up all night; his hearing caught all of it too whether they wanted to or not. People played cards, talked, had sex; he heard it all. That was the cursed part of having such incredible hearing, soft pants and moans could barely be blocked out by his earplugs. One day he was going to go to that mutants cell and beat the Hell out of him. Just because he could. Then maybe they'd stop fucking.
He'd eaten a huge meal that morning; he got up late so he was on the curve of missing breakfast, though the bonus was that they gave him as much as he felt like eating so they didn't have to waste anything. Victor was a literal garbage disposal, eating each meal like he was four people wrapped into one.
Once he was finished he began back out the way he came, seeing a woman stepping out of her cell and looking around cautiously. Victor wondered when he got so lucky; there were all kinds of beautiful women here, though barely any he was actually interested in. Besides, this wasn't exactly a place to be looking for a relationship and well, he wasn't exactly the relationship type (even though that damned thief seemed to have stolen his fancy).
He stopped for a moment and looked at her, cocking his head to the side a little bit. "You new here? Sounds like your heart is damn near beatin' out of your chest." She seemed almost anxious; with Victor's 176 years alive he'd learned to read people well and the animal in him naturally knew when people were scared, but the heavy thudding in the others chest made him think that maybe this was all brand new to her.