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Victor pursed his lips and gave a light shrug of his shoulders. "Maybe," he answered. He paused for a moment, debating whether to speak some more. Deciding it couldn't hurt, he elaborated a bit. "I've thought about to trying it, but it was kind of out of the ordinary now that I think about it," he admitted quietly. He vaguely recalled storming out of the house and towards the hair salon one day, disappearing randomly for a couple of hours only to come back with less money on his credit card and his once treasured dark hair a completely different shade. He remembered the shocked stares and the questioning gazes of the people as he passed them when he was out and about. Despite his first feelings of unease and insecurity, it was quickly covered by smug amusement as he observed their reactions. It gave him a strange sense of pleasure and pride, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. Victor felt a faint smirk tug at the corners of his lips as he relished the old memory. He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets and continued walking towards the entrance of the Hut.

The young male quickly passed through the door as Temperance held it open, giving her a silent nod as a sign of gratitude as he entered the vicinity. He almost immediately salivated at the smell of food from the kitchens. He realized how he hungry he was, remembering that he skipped his meal because he was too distracted about these illusions his eyes were making. He hesitated for a moment after seeing people waiting at the front before following her to an empty table and sliding into the seat across from her. Victor rested his chin in his hand as he tapped the tabletop and looked around them as they waited. It was rather crowded, seeing as there was a line at the door. He couldn't blame them. It was a great place.