Perhaps he was being a bit rude to Mathias or at least that was what the fading smile on the male told him for a moment. Victor sipped at his coffee gingerly as it was too hot for him to guzzle down and thought about that for a moment. Had he been so worried about keeping a good impression that he was allowing it to hinder his fun? The answer to that of course was always yes. Whenever he was on business it was never about fun. People didnâ€™t care about him so he never really cared to get to know them, so this was definitely something very different than what he was use to. Were his reactions normal or were they a little odd? Maybe he was talking a bit too much? The other didnâ€™t seem to mind him at all which was relieving but then again sometimes he was asked questions by his fatherâ€™s associates and then they decided they didnâ€™t give a fuck and ignored him after awhile.<br/><br/>Remembering all those times put him down even more so he brushed those thoughts aside and refocused on Mathias once he asked him another question. This time about travelling, where he would like to travel. Honestly there were so many places he wanted to go and other places he was just tired of and never wanted to see again. Whenever he watched TV, he would sometimes watch shows that took place in places he would love to travel and let them take him away. It was sort of a guilty pleasure of his though only his closest friend really knows about his little childish fantasies. At least to him they wereâ€¦ sometimesâ€¦ Really it was another escape from his father than anything. He really would do just about whatever it took to tune the man out.<br/><br/>Smiling again as he thought, â€œWell Iâ€™d really like to go visit Russia some day. It has a dark history and beautiful architecture,â€ Victor said. He looked Mathias over with a bit of a sparkle in his eyes as he wondered what the male was thinking. â€œI do travel quite a bit, mostly around with my father and his greedy friends, but unfortunately Iâ€™ve never really gone that far. And when I do solo work, itâ€™s usually within the country and around the same places so itâ€™s boring as hell.â€ As he said the trips were boring. He was stuck following around someone he didnâ€™t care about, tending to their work, doing the things they donâ€™t feel like doing. It was a royal pain in the ass. There have been a few occasions where the person decided they liked him enough but that was it. It all came back to when they pretended to be interested in him before just completely ignoring him unless he was needed. Most of the time that meant they needed his marksman skills.<br/><br/>It all went back to bull shitting. Victor could smell it a mile away; perhaps he was trying to see if he could get any off this guy before he became too comfortable with talking about himself. Then again he tended to be an open book, not so much as in the past since heâ€™s become a little jaded, but still. He really could talk someoneâ€™s ear off if he wanted to. Business prevented him from doing so most days, however, but even then he was still young and wanted to explore things. Being a bit sheltered and limited to what he could have, he couldnâ€™t help but be somewhat childish in wanting to explore. He was sure Mathias wouldnâ€™t mind thoughâ€¦ right?<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™ve often thought of visiting Japan a few times, or maybe even China. I really like old places like that, you know.â€ He continued on, finally finishing off what remained of his coffee. Perhaps it was the caffeine that was making him feel a bit wired.