Cadence walks around his room. He picks up a picture frame and stares at it.

Viktor continues laying there, eventually curling up to sleep. It's been a while since he was allowed to sleep in a nice, comfy bed.

Cadence sits on his bed, quietly.

Viktor seems content. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep...

Cadence gets up after a bit and walks around the house, cleaning up.

Viktor wakes up a while later, feeling content, still.

Cadence walks into the next to Viktor's and starts cleaning it.

Viktor stays curled up in bed, nursing the wounds he received not too long ago.

Cadence quickly finishes that and wanders past Viktor's room. "You're up," he note, unnecessarily.

"Mm-hm." Viktor sounded blissful, like he hadn't gotten good sleep in quite a long time.

Cadence nods and leans against the doorjamb. "What can you do? Cook, clean?"

"Pffftt. I can't cook to save my life, unless you'd like me to blow up your oven. I can clean, but I get bored easily, so that wouldn't work too well." He shrugged.

Cadence facepalms. "Damn. Two people that can't cook is so useful. As for the cleaning part, that's fine. But what can you do?" He looks amused, and may have a double meaning.

"These bruises on me answer your question?" Viktor retorted, showing off his chest purposely.

Cadence snorts. "Yup."

"Good." Viktor yawned.

Cadence chuckles, amused.

"I'm willing to do whatever you say in that department," Viktor offered. "It's my specialty."

"Good to know," Cadence drawls, amused.

"Mm..." Viktor still seemed quite tired. It was obvious, by the way he was acting and by the bags under his eyes, that he didn't get much sleep or rest at all in his old cell.

"If you're still tired go sleep." Cadence cracks his neck as he speaks.

"I will, I will...too much work to go to sleep," Viktor grumbled, lazily.

Cadence rolls his eyes. "Lovely."

Viktor raised an eyebrow. "It is. First you have to turn off all the lights. Then you have to settle yourself. Then you have to get comfortable. Then you have to adjust the pillows, adjust the blankets...blah, blah, blah...all that jazz."

Cadence facepalms. "I see." He looks quite amused.