[Theo's glance strays to the notebook, and he's too desperate for one to turn it down. He bites his lip in an effort to not let his mouth run away with his temper, and he snatches the book from Viktor's hand as quickly as he can. He does this in order to shove the gil into Viktor's hopefully still-open hand before he can object again.
Theo only glares at Viktor. He's good at that, at least. You WILL take this money, warden.]
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Theo only glares at Viktor. He's good at that, at least. You WILL take this money, warden.]