10-17-2018, 08:39 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]"I say you're doing a good job. I don't think I could even say those words," laughed Victor as the male came trotting over. While he could not deny that medicine was a necessity in any society, it was not his calling. The whole ordeal of healing did not have much appeal to him, but he did admire those who were brazen enough to learn and study the practice. For now, the Striker would stick with 'policing' the group. Though, he was not doing much a good job, in his opinion. Taking a seat between Owen and Bakugou, his eyes gazed over the book before looking up the unfamiliar groupmate. "Victor Nikiforov. Who're you?"