[ katerina sighs, exasperated victor isn't catching on. for such a smart boy, he's a little thick. ]
[ leaning against the table, she folds her arms and looks him dead on. it almost kills her pride having to voice it aloud, although she knows victor will never be able to use it against her. it's still a weapon, and it's a weapon katerina prefers to keep up her sleeves and in her own possession. ]
[ but victor's her friend. she doesn't ever need to feel like she can't trust someone who wouldn't exactly go out of his way to call her his own. ]
Because if I make it I'll feel guilty. If you make it for me, then I won't feel guilty if I ever have to use it.
[ as if trying to help victor piece together the very dense pieces of katerina wishing to create a plan for making someone forget her, vasilka, the cat given to her by her muggle boyfriend, begins to lick his hand. ]
no subject
[ leaning against the table, she folds her arms and looks him dead on. it almost kills her pride having to voice it aloud, although she knows victor will never be able to use it against her. it's still a weapon, and it's a weapon katerina prefers to keep up her sleeves and in her own possession. ]
[ but victor's her friend. she doesn't ever need to feel like she can't trust someone who wouldn't exactly go out of his way to call her his own. ]
Because if I make it I'll feel guilty. If you make it for me, then I won't feel guilty if I ever have to use it.
[ as if trying to help victor piece together the very dense pieces of katerina wishing to create a plan for making someone forget her, vasilka, the cat given to her by her muggle boyfriend, begins to lick his hand. ]