He leads Viktor up a flight of stairs, down a seemingly endless stop, and abruptly comes to a stop in front of a door.
Vincent: Here.
"I- o-okay.."
He opens the door to the room. It looks somethin' like this.
"O-Oh- w-wow.."
Vincent: Yeah, I know it's not great-sorry, I don't have maids or anything, so if shit's a little dusty, I apologize...
"It's great...so...so fuckin great.."
He was full of envy. He never stayed in, nor saw such a fancy room with so much in it.
Vincent: Oh-well-good then-I-I'm glad you like it...
He seems...awkward. Like he's really not used to having other people around...not quite knowing how to act.
"..."
There's sudden pounding at the door. Vincent jumps, startled.
Vincent: ...Shit...already? I swear, they keep coming earlier and earlier...
He runs a hand through his hair, seeming exasperated...but also kinda afraid.
"...who is-"
