[Viktor gets about halfway through the door before he realizes that this was probably a bad idea. It's not that the entrance isn't big enough--like many respectable taverns, it has double doors that swing inward--the sudden silence and the eyes on him cut through any potential thrill he was getting out of surprising Kyle with his latest innovation.
But, like the choice to build an entire bike instead of just deliver plans, Viktor has committed. He forces himself the rest of the way through the door, the jostling of the bike second only to the metal groan of his exoskeleton. The overall effect is excruciating, and there's a moment of terror in his expression as he considers crossing the entire room, only for it to be replaced by relief when Kyle clear some space for them at the entrance, instead.]
Those are in here.
[A shrug, to the leather tube strapped to his back, that presumably contains said blueprints. Viktor puts the kickstand down and busies himself clearing a bit more space, at least so that Kyle can more effectively admire his handiwork. Only then does he seem to consider that this may be both unexpected and slightly excessive.]
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But, like the choice to build an entire bike instead of just deliver plans, Viktor has committed. He forces himself the rest of the way through the door, the jostling of the bike second only to the metal groan of his exoskeleton. The overall effect is excruciating, and there's a moment of terror in his expression as he considers crossing the entire room, only for it to be replaced by relief when Kyle clear some space for them at the entrance, instead.]
Those are in here.
[A shrug, to the leather tube strapped to his back, that presumably contains said blueprints. Viktor puts the kickstand down and busies himself clearing a bit more space, at least so that Kyle can more effectively admire his handiwork. Only then does he seem to consider that this may be both unexpected and slightly excessive.]
I suppose I got carried away.