Tired blue eyes open, yet again. It's obvious it's morning, as the daylight is trying to seep through the blinds and into the bedroom. Victor wonders if Crip would let him put up some dark curtains..

He sits up, rubbing the back of his back and peering over to the tiny body that lays beside him. A soft smile creeps along his lips. Crip was so cute, and after last nights talk, Victor feels like he adores him even more.

He gets dressed, and heads into the kitchen, preparing coffee for himself, and for Crip. He's watched so many times, that he knows exactly how to make his coffee the way he likes it. Knowing such a simple thing makes him smile.

Once the coffees on the table, he heads back into the bedroom, waking Crip up gently.

Victor: "Rise and shine little birdy. We've got a big day ahead of us."

Crip sits up, rubbing his eyes, hair a mess.

Victor: "I've got your coffee on the table."

Crip smiles a bit, standing up and tugging on his clothes, before heading to the kitchen table. He sits, and Victor sits across from him, taking his cup into his hand and lifting it to his mouth.

The steam from the coffee felt warm and comforting. Victor can definitely see why Crip enjoys it so much.

Crip lifts the cup, taking a sip, and then smiles and leans back into his chair.
Victor smiles at that. Seems he made the coffee just right.

They finish up, grab their jackets and head towards the Reapers hideout.
Crip is fully awake now, and nervous as hell. After the encounter with O'Riley..Crip wondered if he'd try to kill him once they reach the hideout. The only thing that somewhat calmed him down was that Victor was here to protect him.

Victor: "You ok? You're real quiet this morning."

Crip: "Just a little nervous...seeing O'Riley after all that's happened.."

Victor: "He's lucky we're still working for him. I would've blew his brains out and took over his gang my damn self."

He's cute when he's huffy..

Crip: "Why are you helping me anyways? I mean..you can protect me without joining in the raids and such."

Victor: "I know..but I want to help you more, and more importantly, piss every damn one of those idiots off."

Crip: "Piss the gang members off?"

Victor nods: "O'Riley too. I'm done holding back. I'm not letting a goddamn soul touch you ever again."

Crip smiles a bit. Why did this side of Victor attract him so much? He's bold, and blunt, and Crip knows full well that Victor can back it up. He really was like a weapon of mass destruction..Who would want to go against a mafia boss? Nobody. That's how people disappear.

They approach the hideout, seeing Bear and Prophet outside. Victor scans the two. He recognized Bear, but hadn't paid much attention to the other. He had words cut into his skin, and they were slashed through with another cut.

Once they're inside he grabs Crips arm gently, stopping him from walking further inside.

Victor: "That guy outside, the one all cut up. What's the cuts say?"

Crip looks a bit wide eyed. He didn't expect Victor to pay much attention to the gang members. Maybe he genuinely wanted to get to know them?

Crip: "They're sins..when he sins, he cuts the sin into his skin and then crosses it out."

Victor: "Huh..I see.."

Crip: "It's scary.."

Victor: "Do you think my cuts are scary too?"

Crip looks away.

Crip: "Less afraid..at least you wouldn't try to cut me."

Victor smiles a bit. He certainly would never do that.
They go further inside, and that's when Charlie walks over to them.

Charlie: "Victor."

Victor: "Charles."

Charlie: "Don't call me that." He says with a snappy tone.

Victor: "That is your name after all. If you really wanted to change it, surely a rich boy like you could afford it."

Charlie scoffs. They had apparently talked before, when Victor had Charlie watch over Crip, but...right now it seemed like Victor might've threatened him into doing so.

Charlie: "Just because we agreed to help you get Crip out of trouble doesn't mean any of us like you here."

Victor smirks a bit, obviously unfazed by that little comment.

Victor: "I do not care if you like it, Charles. I am here to stay, because I go wherever Everett goes."

Charlie glances to Crip, then back to the blue eyed male.

Charlie: "I guess you think you own him now?"

Victors eyes narrow, but he's still smirking. He leans over slightly, whispering in such a threatening tone it even makes Crip feel nervous.
Victor: "Correct. I do own his little ass now, and if any of you dumb-fucks try to touch him, I will kill everyone in this hideout. He's mine. You understand, Charles?"

Charlie's lip curls into a snarl. He's definitely pissed, but oddly, he walks away. Victor knew something about Charlie..he must've dug up Charlie's family affairs to get him to act how Victor wanted him to.

O'Riley may be the leader here but..it somehow felt like Victor was the ruler of this hideout now.