"I just learned my life is fucked, give me a fucking break! I'm allowed to be angry." Roman hissed as he struggled a bit more before finally, he lost the energy and flopped back on the bed, panting and pained but what could he do? He didn't have any drive left in him to freak out any more. He was fucked, whatever - what was he going to do about it now? It was too late. He knew he was never the best at money but now he was actually thinking about it... where was his profit coming from? Was he even making one any more? Probably not.

Heaving a sigh, he glared up at Victor but all the anger slowly just melted into pouting. As per usual. "Promise you have my mask?... My custom one?"