[Viktor does not awaken. Hilda is just stealthy enough (or he is just tired enough) that he doesn't notice her machinations, nor does the summoning of Perry move him. It seems that all will go according to plan--but at what cost?
The cost is that Viktor snaps awake immediately upon explosion of the bag, and, predictably, smacks himself in the face with his handful of whipped cream. He yelps, clearly not at all aware of what has just happened. Viktor can't even look around for the culprit, because he has whipped cream in his eyes.
So he sits there, taken aback, everything covered in whipped cream. After a moment, he drags his hands down his face to clear his vision. He lets out a cry of frustration. It is pathetic. Sopping fucking wet.]
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The cost is that Viktor snaps awake immediately upon explosion of the bag, and, predictably, smacks himself in the face with his handful of whipped cream. He yelps, clearly not at all aware of what has just happened. Viktor can't even look around for the culprit, because he has whipped cream in his eyes.
So he sits there, taken aback, everything covered in whipped cream. After a moment, he drags his hands down his face to clear his vision. He lets out a cry of frustration. It is pathetic. Sopping fucking wet.]