Good luck, babe! You'd have to stop the world to stop the feeling!
Viktor Woke up, feeling a bit dizzy, His head on his workbench.
"I insist, me." He told himself, getting up to go to the bathroom, he was the one usually telling people to go to bed, but he definitely wasn't going to bed despite what others say.
He looked at the mirror. "I look a bit fine and I don't need to check my temperature—" He mumbles before sneezing. "—and I Definitely don't need to go back to bed. There's work I need to get done." He said quietly before brushing his hair gently. "Good luck, Babe.. Good luck, babe.. you have to stop the world to stop the feeling... you have to—" he could've sworn that he heard a ding of a call. "Please, don't let it be mochi. That rancher is the second best at seeing that I'm totally definitely sick.. " He told himself, walking to the workbench,
"Hello?" He answered the Call.
"Hello Viktor, oh. You look a bit worse for wear." Thora Noted, looking at Viktor.
"I am fine." Though Viktor felt a bit overworked, but not that bad, right? "I don't need you to note that I look 'worse for wear' to me.. "He said, his tired eyes looking at Thora, Who then sighed.
"Well, are you sure you're not only telling yourself that?" Thora said cautiously.
... That was something to think about in the middle of the night if he even did sleep.
"I'll be ending the call now." Viktor said tiredly, sitting down on his seat, feeling exhausted, that wasn't supposed to happen, right? "What? Viktor.—" Thora barely got another word in before Viktor quickly ended the call.
Viktor sighed quickly. He was telling himself lies about his own health. "I guess there's no work now." He grumbled quietly, before feeling even more dizzy. "Ah, ok, I'm getting to bed, Jesus." Viktor hastily walked over to his bedroom and then laid on his messy bed.