Don't mind Caitlyn, she's just fidgeting with a locket she commissioned for Vi.

Caitlyn gave her one final nod. Once she saw Vi knock back the tea, her eye widened — was the drink stale? She shrugged it off and took hold of the mug before standing up. She extended a hand to Vi. "I've got an entire book cupboard full of empty notebooks — plastic covers, hardbacks, paperbacks, »

"Of course." she nodded. "I'll let you finish your tea, and we can look in my study for one. If there isn't any you like, we can always go looking for one in a stationery store?"

"Of course!" she nodded. "Shall we look around for a journal and pen?"

"I know, but being around uniforms... I don't want you feeling like you need to throw yourself back into the field." Caitlyn said. "But with your journal, the reason why I suggested for me to read it once you want me to is so I know how to help you. Sometimes, writing things down is better than »

Her eye widened at the statement. "No, no! What I mean is that I'll tell her I bumped into you a couple of days ago, had to arrest you for the crime you never committed, then sent you off. If she ever asks, I'll say that." She drew in a deep breath. "You don't have to do anything, okay? If »

"Maddie?" she arched an eyebrow. Surely things would be okay... right? "Okay. If she starts questioning me, I'll say that the last time I saw you, I saw you in the interrogation room. Nothing more."

"I hear that..." she frowned. "It's going to be harder than any of us thought. I just hope I can do everything right to protect you from harm."

She could see how much Vi's mind was taking a toll on the brawler, so she sat next to Vi, handing her a freshly brewed coffee. "With two sugars — is that okay?"

Whatever Vi needs, Caitlyn will do everything she can to help her.

◇ Hound of the Underground ◇ Friend • FATHER • Fighter » Blisters and Bedrock «

Unbeknownst to Vi, Caitlyn had been standing by the open door for at least a few hours now, hands clasped in front of her. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the fighter. She was the one to drape the rags that acted as a blanket over Vi. Despite what happened, Caitlyn still wanted to keep an »

◇ TWIN CITY HOUND ◇ VI OF THE LANES Pit Fighting to Forget Herself, her family, .. » I am at the bottom, it's a long way down I am on the bend, it's a long way 'round Of who I am and what I'm taking 'Cause no pretty face can save me now «

She was writing up reports, completely oblivious to the reader entering the office.

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Her head whipped around as soon as she heard that familiar voice. Caitlyn hesitated before backing away from a tall cabinet full of file boxes. "No, no... um... I was just going to... um..."

Cue the most obnoxious and uncomfortable snore from the Sheriff as her head was tucked beneath her arms, forehead pressed against the papers on her desk.

Kerm requested CaitVi assembling a flower bouquet! It got me thinking, tattoo artist Caitlyn x florist Vi 👀

Blue Eyed Samurai THE ONRYO Made of Mixed Metal 》I have no interest in money or power. I have no interest in being happy; only satisfied. 《

She had just finished her paperwork!!! Time to focus on.............. whatever she can find next.

// I AM ALIVE GUYS. I CAN'T DM DUE TO THE UK BEING A PAIN BUT I AM ALIVEEEEE

She drew in a deep breath. "The professor is right, Viktor... even if it was just a day... I'm sure someone can watch over the lab..."

She could tell and she snatched hold of a chair, placing it down next to Viktor. "Here... please, sit down."

Caitlyn frowned. "He forgot...? But— why would he leave his friend and his ambitions behind?"

She shook her head. "No... I'm sorry, I haven't seen him. Would you want me to relay a message to him?"

She glanced up from her paperwork and wanted posters — she clearly hadn't been sleeping for days. "Yes?" then she paused as soon as she recognised him. "...Viktor?"

𝙴𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 ⊱ ────── {⋆❉⋆} ────── ⊰ #RP // LOL + ARCANE • MATURE THEMES • OC FRIENDLY • DETAILED/DESCRIPTIVE • LGBTQ FRIENDLY ⊱ ────── {⋆❉⋆} ────── ⊰ NSFW IN DMS -- 18+

"B— But he has an immaculate memory. He'll remember EVERYTHING I said as well as how I acted when the photo was taken, before, and after."

"BUT VI..." She smiled through gritted teeth. "They are humiliating."

"WAIT NO NO NO NO—" she panicked. "The photos are embarrassing!"

"If it makes you feel better, you're lucky my father hasn't pulled out my photo album. I absolutely hated getting my photo taken, yet they did it anyway to preserve some memories."

"Okay." and then she paused. "How will I know he will show me your diary? Will he just pull it out with no questions asked, or will he go 'Vi wrote a book once, do you want to see it'?" She wanted to be prepared. For EVERYTHING. She always wanted to be one step ahead.

She gave Vi a slow nod. "Right... I see..."

"Why not?" Her voice softened.

She arched an eyebrow, smirking. "You kept a diary? Now I want to see what's inside it."

Warwick wants to meet Caitlyn...? Sure, she wanted to leave a lasting impression, but she was extremely anxious about it all. Would he like her? Would he approve of her being with Vi?

( she nodded) I hope she doesn't either.

As long as you're not trying to kill me, you're not.

I never said those words.

It's nice to see you both actually getting along.

no. no, i don't think i will. 🙂

aww, they're not tearing each other's throats out. how sweet. 🥹

Her cheeks burnt as soon as Vi called her 'honey'. Caitlyn spotted the gauntlet and took in a deep breath. "If this breaks, I'll pay for the damages, okay?" she reassured the brawler.

She stepped back, chewing the inside of her cheek. "I won't get hurt... or at least I'll try not to."

"I'm not that weak!" Caitlyn grew defensive. "I— I do some lifts!"

The Sheriff paused. "Are they heavy...? I don't want to break them..."