STUPID...PARK.

The frustration had been too much to handle. WAY too much, and Victor could hardly fathom the idea of his house being left such a mess by someone he thought he actually CARED about.

HAHA, care?! Not right now, that's for bloody sure.

He'd only spent a short amount of time trying to clean up before his anger had bubbled to the brim, leading him to crave a relaxing walk outside. God, he really needed a walk...and then a fresh cup of tea to top it all off.

After grabbing his golf club and gripping onto it tightly, he stepped outside and started walking. He didn't know exactly where he was walking to, but he would let his strong legs do all the carrying. Absently, he found himself walking in to town. It wasn't exactly where he would hope to find himself to be, but it was where he was, and where he was apparently meaning to go. Victor had to keep himself calm while passing other infected on the street- boy did he just wish to kick 'em to the ground, pin their head down with one of his cleets, and lob their head off with his golf club; maybe even get a hole in one- but no. He was controlling this anger right now, hopefully saving it for a certain someone who deserved it more.

Damn it, he had to get that stupid kid...teenager, WHATEVER, out of his mind. It was driving him bloody BONKERS. The ex-caddy was nothing but trouble anyways! Psh, who needs such a terrible caddy when you have-

Victor paused for a second, and put his free hand to his defined chin. Damn...he really did need a caddy.

He then looked up slowly, and could feel his gut churn. The park.
"Ughg. You really had to take me hea', didn't you, you stupid flabs of good-for-nothing meat! Way to cock-up my mood even more," he knocked his golf club gently against his legs with aggitation, and hissed through his sharp teeth which were clenched in complete and utter dissapointment. Where was the sense in this?! Could he be...

Oh hell no.

His face grew red with anger, and maybe a bit of self-embarrassment. He was unintionally reminiscing! Oh how UNBEARABLE. How unfathomably repulsive! How abhorrent, revolting, abominable, atrocious! Absolutely BARBARIC! A deep growl rumbled inside of his throat, and he stomped his cleets into the ground so they were tightly secure. If there was anything he was going to do right now to rid of all this anger, it was going to be hitting some balls as hard as he could with his trusty golf club. In the park. Public. Park. With buildings everywhere.

I think you see where this is going.

He slipped a clawed hand into one of his pockets, and pulled out a golf ball. Without moving an inch, he dropped it to the ground, gripped his club with both hands, leaned over carefully with a correct positioning, reeled the rod back-

FWACK!

The ball quickly shot off into the distance, and most likely bounced off a building wall somewhere. Victor was much too enraged to care about where the ball went, just as long as it went somewhere. He huffed and nodded, then reached into his pocket a second time. There was only 2 balls in each pocket...

Fuck he wished he had a caddy.

Victor slipped two of his fingers around the ball in his pocket for a few moments before pulling it out, and setting his single eye upon it. Just looking at the white sphere gave him so many memories; some treasured, some hated. However, even though there were many displeasing things that had become of his life no thanks to this solid, shiny white ball, he couldn't help but smirk. There was always the question of 'what if'. What if he had not chose to do what he had? What if when he was but a boy, he passed the class that he had failed, and not seen that television show that hooked him in to the game of golf? That had caused him to become infatuated with a sport? That had set a course for his life?

It was all just one big mystery. And even though sometimes he liked to wonder, he wouldn't have wanted it to happen any other way...except for maybe the demise of his wife, but that was all over and done with. Nothing he could do about that now. And with a huff, Victor set the golf ball down, his smirk melting into a puddle of frown which enabled some jagged, sharp hunter teeth to jut out. He gripped at his golf club for a second time, ready to swing it to life- but something caught his attention. Someone...was calling him? Someone was most definitely calling him, yes. There was no one else out here, it must be for him.

He looked in the direction he had heard voice; before even looking he could tell it sounded familiar. He couldn't exactly pin-point it because it was quite a bit of a distance away, but hell he knew he had heard that voice before. It only took precisely 10 seconds before his face snapped into a complete, appalled expression. His brows furrowed deeply, one twitching with instant frustration, his nose wrinkled tightly which caused more than half of his sharp teeth to be exposed- he could feel the palms of his hands start to sweat with only 20 seconds more, his grip knuckle-whiteningly tight on the golf club. Fury was rising in his body quicker than carbon dioxide into the air from an exhaust pipe.

FUCKING...TODD...

Victor could feel his heart starting to race in his chest. It's that little bastard that left him, trashed his house, and what's more, he thinks he can just walk back into the picture all WILLY-NILLY and NOT GIVE A SHIT? BOSS?! Is that what the boy said? YES. Victor was positive the ginger bitch had said BOSS. This just aroused more hatred, and Victor felt his face grow hot. No, not just his face but more so his entire body. It was when the younger boy started to run TOWARDS him, did Victor take any action upon his anger, however. Absently, he cranked his arm back and swung his club to hit the ball Todd-wards as hard as he could. He really fucking hoped it hit that little ginger faggot in the nuts. A loud, detesting hiss formed it's way out through his clenched teeth as he watched the ball miss, and the kid not even phased.

Still two balls left...

As quickly as he could, Victor pulled the two balls, one after another out of his pocket and dropped them to the ground. Swinging his club viciously, he continued to aim at teen that was still running his way, almost as if he didn't notice the impending rage that the hunter was radiating.

"FUCK....YOU...." Victor growled silently, watching as the two other balls had missed like the one before them. At least that had said something to make a mental note of; shot gets worse upon fury. He stomped against the ground a few times before letting out curse after curse, then simply looking to his golf club, quickly twisting it horizontally only to grab the head at the other end. All of his rage was mustered up, and put towards bending the club with his own two hands.

He stopped before it was completely bent in half, and just tossed it. God, he was so angry. At least that helped. Sorta.

Once the teenager had finally made his way over, Victor did nothing but growl and narrow his eyes, glaring dangerously. Though after disposing of some of the anger through physical actions, there were two words he managed to bitterly sputter out with near regret;

"'Ello Todd..."

“Heeeeeey…”

As soon as the greeting awkwardly left Todd's mouth, Victor could feel the thin branch which was his patience and tolerance nearly snapping. His claws curled against each other, his hand balled up into a tight fist. Man was he lucky to be wearing his gloves, because if he were not- let's just say he'd have a row of 3 inch holes left in the palm of his hands by now. It didn't take long for Victor's hard glare to punch a nice fist of realization into the teen's mind. Hell, he could see it. He could see the fear that had suddenly washed over Todd's face like a tidal wave. It was nearly glorious. Victor could feel a dark smirk start to emerge from the corners of his mouth, but that was lost as soon as the immune boy rid of his expressed fear. Damn.

The glare hardened once more as Todd laughed. God damned, Victor just wanted to LITERALLY punch a hole on his face. Oh he would, one more little sound and he SWORE he would! He could feel it, the urge, so powerful. His fists, shaking with the pressure and strength being put into them. And just as he was about to swing one of them fists with the blood all squeezed out, a pair of arms were wrapped around his upper torso. W-Wait...what was this? What?!Todd was...hugging him? Victor was caught completely off guard. Everything seemed so slow down in that moment- his eye and eye socket alike, both wide with astonishment. Jesus christ, and here he thought he would rip Todd's face off. Instead, Victor's expression eased, and he started to feel himself relax in the hug- that is, until it was no longer. Once Todd removed himself (which was only a few seconds later,) Victor clenched his teeth for a second time, and growled gently.

"I do have a name, Todd." he managed between throat rumbles, and allowed his fists to relax completely into open hands at his sides. He could tell Todd didn't exactly want to face him while he was this angry- but he had EVERY. RIGHT TO BE, for once. FOR ONCE, Victor had every single right to tear this little shit limb from limb, but...for once, he didn't want to. He could tell from the hug that Todd was actually making an effort, which was- at least to say, a little heart warming. Not that Victor's heart was warmed or anything, haha no.

"Wot's been up, you ausk?" the hunter actually put a finger to his chin, and looked up in thought. "Well....I jus' got back from Britain...visitin' my family. They're a bunch of barmpots, I must say." a small, irregular grin slipped on to his face, and he let out a scoff of a chuckle. And all at once, his grin faded as well as the small laugh that had escaped. "Wot about you, hm? Runnin' off like tha', and leavin' me behoind...as well as trashin' my place. I'm sure there must be a bloody good reason for tha'." Victor raised both of his eyebrows, and scanned his vision over Todd. That's right, boy. Spit it out.

Victor's eye flicked over Todd's form dangerously as he listened to the younger male speak. Hm, he didn't want to believe what he was saying, but somewhere deep in his gut he knew he should; and did. He would have asked WHY the ginger had to leave, but the question just didn't seem to cross his mind as much as you'd think it normally would if somewhere were curious. The main reason for that is, the fact that Todd was here NOW, and that he was alive and...well. Victor was not going to admit that he was glad to see the kid still in-tact with flesh and bone all in correct order. No way in HELL was he going to say anything about that. Not ever. Not if his life depended on it. Maybe...yeah, no. That totally wasn't the British golfer's style.

"Well Todd, I hope you know I would 'ave much appreciated if you DID stay in the house instead, and not have created such a MESS." he hissed for a moment, but then relaxed his features. You could still tell that he was tense, but not enough to be scary. "Ah well, you do know wot you'll be doin' now, roight?" a grin. "That's roight Todd...you're going to CLEAN UP that mess. I don't really care about what you do after, as long as you make it spick and bloody span. And the best part? OHohooo, you are not getting ANYTHIN' for it. Not a single dime. This is your duty, Todd. And you, are going to fulfill it." Victor raised a clawed hand, and set it on top of Todd's head, rubbing the teen's hat back and forth quickly to ruffle his ginger hair up underneath. "OH an' don't you worry about the T.V. Sure it was an antique, but out with the old, in with the new, roight? We'll see I suppose." the hunter pulled his hand back, and folded his arms over his chest. It felt kind of good to act as if nothing happened. Really good, even. He thought he was being pretty reasonable as well; after all, it was Todd who caused all this in the first place. Though he did wonder...

"Are you ready to move on, Todd? This is a big choice here, and I want you to think abou' it. Please." Victor patiently tapped his claws against his arms, then dropped them to his sides. He was going to let the kid decide. He had to- because Victor wouldn't deal with that stuff again. Not a chance.

"VICTOR. The name is VICTOR, we've been over this. No more of tha' silly pish posh...DUDE. I am not dude, that is completely rubbish, and I will not stand for it. My name is Victor, and it has been ever since the day I was born! It will REMAIN Victor, as well. Nothing you and your bloody American slang can do to change it, so I suggest you give up now while I'm not at your NECK for what you have DONE to my house. And my thoughts. Yes, you actually worried me but we WILL NOT go into that. Now SHUT. UP. TODD. Christ." The hunter huffed, face growing a deep hue of red. Now it wasn't just angry, but also embarrassment. Twice in one day? This was insane. He had no idea what this little piss off of a boy did, but it sure caught him off guard and he hated it. Whatever, he could take out the trash if he ever really desired to do so; which he didn't, and probably never would.

The single eye that was left in Victor's skull jerked to the side with thought. Todd had confessed more things that he had stolen, (which Victor knew about) and then asked him to help deliver them back to his own place. Boy, that plan might have sounded more appealing had Victor ALLOWED him to do so. Though when his eye focused back on the teen, he seemed to be troubled by the 'moving on' proclamation. The eye rolled, then snapped back. "First of all," Victor let out a breathy laugh then put a hand to his face. Jesus Christ, how dare this kid even expect anything of him after all the shit he's pulled. First being a shitty caddy, then that one time where he ran him out of his own damn house, and then FUCKING his house right up the ass by leaving it a sty for when Victor came home. It was disgraceful, and Victor hated it. He should be ringing this little bastard's neck up, but he simply couldn't. Todd was pretty much one of the only people he could 'rely' on, and relying on someone felt...well, made you feel warm on the inside. Not that he did or anything, nope.

"I am NOT helping you take anythin' back to my house. You can do that ALL on your OWN because for some STUPID bloody reason you thought it would be a good fuckin' idea in the first place." the golfer paused, then flexed his hands a little and scanned over the ginger's face. God, for some reason this was become quite a difficult thing to say, and he wasn't sure if he could just GET IT ALL OUT without beating around the imaginary bush. But he had to try. "Well uh...I mean....move on," he waved a hand in front of himself, eye looking down to watch his own movements. "Move on....like...." he puffed his cheeks out, then just decided to drop the whole embarrassing bomb in one breath. "Move on. Not leave again. Come back with me. SHUTUPTODD." he clenched his teeth together, hissing out a strained breath through his their tightly shut sharpness. Fuck that was so embarrassing. Fuck he could feel his face growing hot. Boy, don't make this any worse than it is or I will cut you, and you will bleeeeeed. He placed his index finger and thumb on the brim of his hat, and tilted it a little. Got he hoped the fluster would go away, and that it wasn't very visible. May as well label it, 'THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN VICTOR OFFERS SOMETHING TO SOMEONE HE DOESN'T MIND'. Totally embarrassing in every aspect.

All the complaining was starting to make Victor's head ache; wow, this really was like old times. So similar to a year ago, that it was nearly scaring the British hunter. Not that it was bad or anything, in fact he was glad that things were going back to the way they were already, but it was just how fast that really bit on his nerves. It wasn't the content that scared him either, but more the way he felt towards the younger male. THAT'S what scared him. He figured he shouldn't worry about it though, most definitely not yet. He had a very solid memory upon what had happened before; Todd is one of the most awkward teenagers he'd ever met- Actually, to be quite honest, Victor would surely be surprised if any of that stuff that had happened to come up between them again, even though he could clearly see Todd's face going a bit red as well. It's not that Victor didn't want it to...

Victor's thoughts were broken by an abrupt "derp." What the hell was that. He couldn't help but stare at the younger boy who was looking quite silly while trying to hide a grin that wanted to bloom upon his face. Not even when he spoke did Victor stop staring at him. The golfing champion waited a few moments after Todd was finished talking entirely to open his mouth. "Derp?" a flat expression consumed his face. "Derp? Wot the fuck does derp mean. Is that a short form of something? Wot the hell does that even mean? Is that some sort of American slang? Wot the fuck could it even be?! Tha' doesn't make any SENSE TODD! Why do you say things that don't make any bloody sense!? Wot if I go around sayin' STFUT. No wait, tha' actually STANDS for something, unlike wot you said. SEE, mine stands for SHUT THE FUCK UP, TODD. But I'm not going to go around saying DERP or wotever the fuck you said, just to try and be COOL. That's not even a WORD! IS IT? Is that a word, Todd? Augh never mind don't even tell me. If it's a word I hate it and don't want to hear it again." Victor hissed in a breath through his teeth that were once again clenched together tightly. Why does he waste so much time on something so stupid? Todd was obviously never going to learn how to be PROPER or know PROPER English. Derp, psh what even is that. And DUDE, seriously? Does he just go around calling everyone that? Jesus Christ, Victor sort of wanted to sock him one just so he'd never use the term again; but he was better than that.

"Anyways...Todd, I'll go with you RIGHT NOW to your...safe room or wotever it is, and I will carry one thing. The rest, you will carry back, alright? You dumbarse teenagers these days do the most stupid things, I swear. Look at that you just made more work for yourself, and why? Oh well you probably can't even answer that. Oh and stop GRINNING like an idiot, I can't bear it." Victor turned his head away, thinning his lips together tightly while trying to avoid the teeth that protruded. Damned these things were so bothersome sometimes! He also wished his face would stop being so hot; it was cold outside and he could nearly feel himself breaking into a sweat. Not like he gave a shit about the cold weather anyways, but this was just silly! "Lead me on then, Todd. COME ON I'm not going to stand around here all day. I'd rather get this done than REUNITE with someone whom I want to smack with a golf club. THAT MEANS YOU." Victor waved a gloved hand, still not looking back to the ginger. Oh boy, this day was already feeling long.

Victor thinned his lips over his jagged teeth, and watched as Todd spun around to start rushing in the other direction. A long, drawn out sign escaped the hunter's mouth, and he closed his eye for a moment, urging his legs to move forward. Once Todd spoke to him, however, his eye snapped back open and the ginger had most, if not all of his full attention. He started to walk faster; augh, this was retarded, why was Todd trying to talk to him when they weren't side by side and in real visual contact? Stupid. So stupid. Victor tilted his head with a slight amusement at Todd's words. He knew the boy wouldn't lie to him, because he knew just how much of a pussy Todd was in reality. Sure he had a large gun strapped to himself, but that could hardly even hide his fear. A grin swept across Victor's face, and he chuckled lowly. He supposed he really shouldn't be TOO mad, right? Todd did make the assumption that he was dead. Suddenly a frown took over Victor's expression again. No, it was his own fault! He was the one that left first, the little bastard. He had no right to assume that!

Once Todd started to speed up, Victor's frustration grew. JEEZ this kid was going to run him ragid one day! He picked up his pace and hesitantly started jogging after the teen, his strong legs casually striding yet using more force. And accidentally, yet on purpose, Victor found himself walking beside the younger male. Hm, this was different. He couldn't help but look down at Todd's height compared to his own- quite short, if he had to say so himself. Then again, he himself WAS kind of tall...a sly grin slipped across Victor's face. Ah well, it's amusing nonetheless.

"I suppose I'm glad I came back as well, I already told you how unBEARABLE my family was becoming. Bunch of idiots, they can be. But yes, I wouldn't want you to become some sort of....TODDcicle." the grin became purely sinister, and Victor pulled in a deep breath of cold air through his nostrils. It stung his nose a bit. For how little the cold effected the British golfer on the outside, it sure wasn't the same story for in the inside. He snorted, trying to get that cold feeling out of his nose; it was very uncomfortable. "Not only tha'...but now you'll not even need your gun. I mean, you wont ever need to shoot me...and I got your back." the effort pushed into the grin to make it look dark faded, and instead formed into a smug smile. It was true. He'd never try and kill Todd, and if anyone DID every try and hurt his caddy, oh he wouldn't let them go unpunished. ESPECIALLY if it was a common infected. God he hates those. He hated EVERY type of infected- He hated the fact he WAS one. It was so nerve plucking, yet there was not one thing he could do about it. If only Todd knew. "Come on, I don't want this to take all bloody day."

Sometimes, the complete rubbish that was spewing out of Todd's mouth like a broken sewage pipe was simple disregarding, and Victor abhorred it. Seriously, where did he even get that thought from? He DID like being in Britain, but he just didn't like his family. Not even an ounce. Not even after the things they had done for him- because it would never compare to the things they had not done for him. The things they left him on his own to do- how they never payed attention to him as a child and left him to find his own way in life completely. He should have tore the living daylights out of the little family he had rest, but it was too late now. He huffed in absent thought, and rolled his eyes at Todd. Rediculous. Fucking America was the worst place on the face of the earth...other than all the other terrible places, that is.

Once the red door had reached the retina of Victor's still-in-tact-eye, he could feel a small sensation in his stomach, something that made him want to grin. Maybe it was his frustration dispersing? Most likely. He just wanted to get this bollucks over with, and with that very red door in view, it just meant that it was one step closer to all being done and over with. One step closer to having Todd close again...one step closer to- ah god, what was he even thinking? The slight smile that had tugged on the corner of his mouth had quickly dropped into a deep frown that showed no more mercy to the delivery of anymore happyness. No way, Victor needed to get his shit together. This was just UNBEARABLY embarrassing. And damn, he could already feel his face growing hot for a second moment today- obviously, nothing could be worse than this. What did this god forsaken ginger do to him...?

Victor waited patiently as the boy pulled the door open, still slowly making his way over with hesitated steps. His mind was buzzing, but he did his best to try and ignore anything that went past the fact that he was finally here. "OH bravo Todd, I had not the idea you could be so smart so as to open your own safe-room door." the hunter clapped lamely, finally making his way over. Yes, the insults were a distraction to his thoughts. Brilliant recovery. Britishly brilliant. Once said golfer was practically standing at the safe room door, he leaned against the side and folded his arms, relaxing a leg over the other. It was amusing to watch the daywalker try and clean up the absolute mess he had left in his 'room', especially because he knew why- but still, no grin or smile was cracked except for in the depths of his tainted mind. "Oh my Todd, you really ah' quite a messy boy. No bloody wonder you left my 'ouse in such a bloody mess. We'll 'ave to work on tha', wont we now?" the male hunter raised a clawed hand, and tapped a finger to his cleft chin with a hidden mirth.

Oh god, Victor felt his heart nearly stop for a moment at all those weapons. He hoped he would never have to see such an array ever again- christ, he could have sworn that was his worst nightmare right there. The look Todd had given him after closing the iron doors to the list of weapons was quite reassuring, though, and allowed Victor to relax and let his heart start slowing down for it had sped up intently with a smidgen of fear. He wouldn't express it though- no way in HELL. However, his perterbed gaze was drawn away from the weapon filled locker to look to the stolen microwave. He honestly didn't care much about the appliance, it was just more the fact the Todd had stolen it that made him beyond pissed. As he was about to walk over to grab it, Todd dashed to- the bed? The quick movement easily caught Victor's attention, as well as his senses and interest. What was the boy doing? He did his best to attempt and analyze the situation, scrutinizing it.

From an ignorant point of view, it looked a bit perverted; but once again, Victor knew better. It almost looked as if the ginger was trying to hide something...but he didn't know what, for it was already hidden. Curiousity filled the hunter, causing him to look over the teen as soon as he flipped back with a red face and blue eyes that Victor felt were like little bullets that shot through his heart. Fuck, why was this kid so fucking cute sometimes- that look, it was unreal. He turned his head. Not looking at that, not now. "Wotever Todd, you know damn well that yor going to be picking it up once we leave, and carrying it all the way back to my 'ouse. And if you didn't, well then surprise. That is your task." the Britain scoffed and tilted his nose slightly in the air, finally completing his walk over to the microwave to pick up it, and carry it. "Come on Todd, get to work now. Chop chop, tally-ho."

(Lol omg the irony of using Tally-ho, it's a British saying mostly used for fox-hunting PDFDFD LOL. Also ghh! Sorry this is so late ;_; )

Any thought that may have been going through the British hunter's mind at the moment was completely put out like a flame absolutely drenched in water. What was that the ginger boy had said? What what, 'I'm going to be staying in the same room, right?' balls, Victor couldn't stop himself from giving Todd a blank, and even surprised stare. The same room? The same room....does that mean....the same...bed? The golfer looked down for a moment in thought, eye and socket both wide. Well, he supposed if THAT was the way it was going to be, then the mattress didn't ever need to be brought back. In all honestly, he didn't even care too much about it- he just wanted to labor Todd after what he had done. That little ginger bitch, so lazy, yet so god damn complicated. Victor couldn't help but roll his eyes at how the boy mentioned it will be brought back eventually. Haha, no it wouldn't. But whatever, with what was said moments before, it didn't cross Victor's mind to give it more thought.

"YES yes Todd, you can stop making excuse." he flashed a small grin, a single eyebrow quirked as he looked back into the younger male's eyes. "I don't really CARE. I just felt the need to make you bloody WORK for your carelessness, recklessness, and for the absolutely infuriating actions you committed. But don't worry 'bout it, I changed my mind regardless..." Victor tapped at his chin with a claw, his vision wandering upwards. He was so curious to see how things were going to carry on now; probably all the same as before, but with a few little quirks here and there. After all, it's not like NOTHING changed. Sure, maybe they didn't change as individuals, but now the tension between them, the story, and the feelings all have, which could either cause everything to flip upside down, maybe for the better; or send everything to hell. Only time could tell.

Victor watched the teen struggle with himself boredly, just admiring how truly pathetic the boy was. Good god, even if he was a savage beast like he had been at one point, there was no way that he would ever pounce Todd and it would be simply out of pity. It didn't take a genius to see that Todd was weak. Maybe not that physically weak, (thought Victor had no doubt that he was,) but more mentally weak. Hell, the kid would piss himself whenever he saw a special effected; and as hilarious as it was, it was just as SAD all at the same time. Even if Todd was both mentally and physically weak, Victor had to admit that he was glad the boy never decided to off himself or something stupid like that. Ugh, that thought was something unpleasant. Just thinking if he never met the ginger before him made Victor feel almost hollow, knowing he would have been back in his dreadfully boring life without him. No, he had enough time without Todd. No more of that shit; he was with Todd now, and he'd most likely not stop being with him. Victor sighed gently, brows furrowed. He watched as Todd walked up to him while carrying his stupid skateboard that Victor oh so badly wanted to snap in half. Those stupid...toys. How does one even ride one of those...it's ridiculous. There's nothing to hold on to, and it's tiny. It could only fit like, one foot. What the hell is the point of that? That's just retarded. Todd is retarded. Haha, it fits. Maybe the ginger dumbass was made for the silly contraption. I bet it didn't even get him far, after all, how fast could it really go? Victor bet he could run just as fast.

The hunter eye'd the skateboard challengingly before looking back up to Todd. Oh god, Todd. What was it that made the boy so...tolerable? It was complicated, actually. It was almost as if Todd was so UNtolerable, that it was tolerable...augh. Victor shook his head and leaned in, wrapping his arms around said tolerable bastard.

Yes, a hug. Victor was hugging the idiot that almost ruined, yet saved his life. It felt good to do so; Victor wasn't exactly the hugging type. But right now, it felt as if it needed to be done. The boy was vulnerable, as was the man. He could feel his heart beating in his chest- ugh, disgusting. He was nervous. He was...exposed. God damnet, Victor had missed Todd so unfathomably much and it pained him because it was so hard to express these feelings without making everything awkward. Almost as fast as it had started, Victor pulled back from the hug and snagged the skateboard in his hand while doing so. There was no way he was going to look Todd in the face now; no bloody god damn way. And to prevent that from happening, he looked down, signifying for Todd to continue on with what he was planning on doing before that...horrible...action was played out. "Yeh....let's get the hell out of here..." Victor mumbled deeply, glaring at the ground as he as well, started walking. The walk back hardly seemed like anything to him, especially because the only thing in his hand was the flimsy board. As much as the golfer wanted to put Todd through more misery, he wouldn't. Not now, not after that. Fuck, what was he doing to himself. The whole way back, Victor's form was heavy. He was almost hanging himself- so full of shame and embarrassment. Whatever, it was probably worth it in the end. And the moment they had finally arrived back to the house, Victor felt as if he could finally lift his head up again. Walks always seemed to calm him down and help him forget about his troubles, even if they were caused by himself. He pushed open the door, and looked around at the mess that nigh caused him to snap for a second time. He dropped the skateboard, and entered, not daring to look back to see Todd's expression. He didn't care.

The moment the ginger boy lifted his foot, only to put it on one of the steps of the staircase, Victor knew that this was going to be more frustrating than he thought. As Todd escilated the stairs, he mentioned how he would put the microwave back after he put his own stuff away. Victor snorted angrily; ugh, how typical of the teenager that was now going to stay with his for GOOD, (so he...maybe...hoped.) "DON'T, bother," the British hunter hissed in reply, gripping on to the microwave he hardly cared about anyways, and lifting it with only a miniscule amount of effort. He decided he may as well take it into the kitchen himself, spare some anger, frustration, caring. Yes...spare as much as you can, Victor. Setting the microwave in it's old spot, the golfer let out an agitated huff as he leaned over the counter with both hands set on its surface. It was going to be a long night, he knew without a second thought.

It was a minute later until Victor actually moved, when he heard Todd's...stupid...voice coming from the stairs. Being called dude immediately sparked some anger in Victor's mind, and it was a shame because he was almost too tired to say anything. He could not let himself get caught being called that once- for if he did, maybe Todd would get the rediculous idea that Victor would stop caring. "MY NAME, TODD." he huffed quickly, then decided to take into consideration, the other things that the ginger boy felt he needed to share with Victor. Hmm...when to clean up? Ohohoh. He instantly knew that Todd would want to do all the work tomorrow, but he was in for a treat. Of course he was not going to be given such kindness from such an act of ignorant destruction. There was punishment, and it was doing what Victor said, WHEN Victor said. And what was this about HELP? Blaspemy, Victor decided. "No, Todd. NO GET YOUR ARSE down here right now before I drag it down here. YOU, yes, you, are going to be doing the CLEANING YOURSELF. TONIGHT, and MAKE SURE my house is bloody SPOTLESS before ONE in the AM." The hunter grinned deviously to himself. "HEY TODD.....it will almost be as if you are my maid. And that is your punishment, even though it is HARDLY a punishment to begin with, considering you will be cleaning up your own bloody MESS. Ya TWAT. COME ON, CHOP CHOP." he clapped his hands together quickly, turning on his heel. "The faster you get to work, the faster your job is done, and the SOONER you will have all the time to do what you want for the rest of the night. DO NOT question me as to what happens if you don't do what I ask, because I assure you will not like that answer."

It was hard not to grin. I mean, it wasn't really a threat...Todd had no idea what the last bit could ahve meant! It could have meant anything, and it did mean anything. Victor didn't want him to ask, because he didn't know what he would do if Todd didn't get it done. He wouldn't kill him, and he simply couldn't kick his ginger ass out- but he would do something, and it wouldn't be nice. Besides...Todd owed him, to say the least. How bad was it really, just to get the boy to clean up his own mess? Victor put a hand to his cleft chin, stroking it gently. He could always try and put Todd in a dress.....oh....oh yes, oh. That would make everything all the more interesting. He knew Todd wouldn't tug on that line though, pff. How lame...that would take some serious convincing, and probably a lot of time. Even though now seemed to be perfectly fitting for the occasion...mmm.

Victor chuckled lowly. "OOHHH TODD you're free to put on a maid outfit if you'd like, and don't dare hesitate if it is indeed your forté." he sniggered devilishly as he reached up into one of his cupboards to grab a dainty little tea cup, after having set down a pot filled with water upon the stove. Yes, it was tea time. The best time in the entire world.

As Victor sat at the table neatly, foofing at his fresh cup of hot tea, he couldn't help but meet Todd's eyes with his own. Oh man alive, his face was quite the tint of red. Before Victor could even pull the cup near his lips, he couldn't help but laugh. He swore to god he couldn't even tell if Todd had any freckles then; his face almost matched their colour. Ah, maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. After all, he had already run it across his mind that he had missed the ginger teenager- but just how much, exactly.

Todd stomped out of the room and Victor almost choked on his own saliva. Christ, calm down there ye brute, don't get a heart attack over some silly little flustered face the boy makes. And finally, the tea made it's way to Victor's gently pursed lips with ease.
Fucking amazing. Then again, the first sip always is. The British hunter let out a relaxed sigh, and leaned back in his chair casually. What a day. What a horrible, amazing, strange yet familiar day. As much as he wanted to hate it, he was most certainly glad this had happened.
Only a few moments passed and Victor felt completely relaxed. Three small sips of tea, and he could tell his heart rate had already calmed into a steady 70 beats per minute. And hey, not only had that taken into a light drift, but also his mind became at ease. Why not share the enjoyment? Todd could sit down with him for a good god damn bloody five minutes.

"TODD..." Victor started, carefully swirling the tea around in his cup, "come over here and sit with me. Have some tea, would you?" He grinned to himself, and stared down at the most satisfying liquid on earth with his only eye left. What a day.