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theatriclizard (theatriclizard) wrote in athinblackline,

A warm chuckle bubbled out of Vic's throat at Mao's explanation of his powers, grinning as he shifted backwards, crab-crawling his way most of the way up the wall and hanging there oh so easily, thanks to his abilities. "Do this better, Hyper," he teased quietly, sitting comfortably back against the wall. He completely forgot that he had not warned Wade about that particular ability of his, but it both let him show Mao up in a small way and put him out of the younger's reach, well, at least gave him a bit of warning that the boy was coming into reach.

"Don't be jealous, Mao," Vic teased, flicking his tongue out again before he chuckled, still hanging mid-way off the wall by his hands and feet. "And how do you know I'm the one licking ass?" Vic was occasionally comfortable enough to jokingly discuss his sex life, in a case such as this? he could not resist, Mao was always so animated and fun to freak out. He blinked as he listened to Wade, trying out the word "Ebi. Eeeebeeeee? Eb-ih." Oooh, fun word!

"Yeah, it's a game, Grand Theft Auto, all sorts of stuff you can do in it." He tossed the case to Wade to let him look it over. "Kill hookers, have sex with hookers, steal cars, kill cops... Apparently no... veespes?" It was his attempt at remembering the word "vespa," another entirely foreign concept to him. "I wouldn't want to be your friend anyway, Eeebeeeeh!" He said jokingly to Mao, a warmth in his eyes that said he was joking. Oh but... "But uh..." he murmured, looking mildly concerned. "If you could.. maybe... avoid Mason for a while. It would... well... be good for both of us." He sighed, looking down and rather guilty. He hated asking things like that, really did, but it had been over a day since he'd seen the man, he was getting worried. Very worried.

"Well, you're fun to be around so I'm glad you didn't die, for what it's wroth," Vic offered softly, shrugging away his downcast attitude. "And I may be a chameleon, but I don't think even I could slip from Yellow back here and into your cell undetected after lockdown. Maybe Mao could, but he couldn't keep his big moth shut long enough. He'd probably try to sing his own theme music on the way over," he offered.