V looked at you when you approached him, walking over to where he sat on the couch, his eyes lifting from his book of poetry. His smile was gentle and inviting as he set his tea aside. “Is there something you require, little one?” V’s eyes met yours, his demeanor relaxed and patient as he waited for your answer. Beside him, Griffon eyed you, “What’s the matter, kid?” The avian tilted his head.