[Viktor watches intently, keeping quiet so that Claude can concentrate. He splits his attention between him and the crystal, glancing back and forth so as not to miss whatever happens first. Whatever's about to happen, he doesn't expect ice, and the burst of it has him pushing his stool backward reflexively as it expands, as if he thinks it might come for him, next.
What's more surprising is that Claude seems surprised. Viktor's hand is poised over his notebook, though he doesn't write anything just yet.]
Did you mean to do the ice, at least?
[Maybe that had been the intent, and he just didn't expect the intensity.]
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What's more surprising is that Claude seems surprised. Viktor's hand is poised over his notebook, though he doesn't write anything just yet.]
Did you mean to do the ice, at least?
[Maybe that had been the intent, and he just didn't expect the intensity.]