🧺 (Filled with nothing but plastic eggs. Except the plastic eggs are ALSO filled with mini retractable knives in the shapes of clouds, flowers, and cat/dog pawprints and stuff.)
[ Send 🧺 (or ‘basket’) to give my muse a easter basket. - ACCEPTING ]
Viktor stared down at the basket, a little... okay no, very bewildered at it's presence. They did not really celebrate Easter anymore like they did when they were a child. Baskets were frivolous piles of plastic hay and plastic egg barriers to cheap chocolate.
But after shaking the eggs a bit to determine if it was chocolate or jellybeans or whatever they put in eggs these days, and seemingly unbothered about being handed a basket of potential treats from a master of poison, the more solid and less sugary sound had them pull their head back in more curious investigation.
Pop. One egg opened. And suddenly, delight! They can't help but pick through and be pleasantly surprised at the seemingly endless variety of stupid but endearing little shapes the knives have been stuffed into. It's like a very dangerous Lisa Frank collection. Okay, maybe they can have a little frivolity.
"Ahaha, thank you, now this is a basket I can appreciate." Which was a lie, they would have also scarfed down chocolate like they were starving. "I like the little paw print one." They grin wildly as the pop that one out. It's far too cute for a serial killer grin like that, but they absolutely do not care.
Kitty knife good.
