[ there is a certain . . . weighing, he's feeling, so jayce immediately sets the cards out as soon as he's told to. ]
It's a boy I met, and his friend. Ready to walk right into the subway . . . . [ jayce had just barely managed to reel them in before they went any deeper. if viktor had felt some sort of disturbance earlier, but nothing jayce couldn't handle on his own— that was jayce. frightened, for a good minute. and how do they look like— well, jayce tries to relay it over through his mind's eye. a white haired boy and a black haired boy, both in their teens. ] For food. They're hungry.
[ and after a beat, jayce mentally sighs. in the end he just couldn't bring himself to send them on their way. it was hard enough to survive. from they dressed, even the way they presented themselves— they weren't ready for impromptu survival either. ]
[ Viktor's caution lessens significantly at that, but doesn't entirely disappear. Though he's collaborated with a couple other people here and there, he's largely kept to himself since arriving—looking like he might be one of the local monsters made it difficult to socialize. Plus, he'd spent his first month on the move trying not to be spotted by Jayce or anyone else. ]
You have enough to share, for now. [ One benefit of two people looking for supplies but only one needing them.
Seeing the "company" through Jayce's eyes, it's easy to tell that they really are just a couple of boys, still school age by Piltover standards. They're lucky to have run into Jayce before getting themselves into trouble going underground or somewhere similarly dangerous. ] You should warn them about... well, how I look.
[ Viktor huffs, though with the sound of begrudgingly smiling lips to lighten the tone. ] While the sentiment is a sweet one, you should still tell them your housemate doesn't look human. A "head's up," rather than a warning.
No one's hurt, [ jayce knows who he'd like to see coming home. whatever home is turning into. ] but if you want to wait, I'm rounding the corner, right side.
[ coming home and bringing two wittle kittens . . . ]
That's good to hear. [ He's glad that the boys are safe, but more than that... Well, it's not uncommon for Jayce to get in trouble when he's out on his own. ] I'll see you soon, then.
[ jayce only repeats, soft and angreeable as he pulls his mask off with care that may almost seem like reluctance to "part". if he were in front of viktor, he's certain he wouldn't be able to stop staring.
would it count as a broken promise? because he hasn't been able to stop much of that at all, lately. ]
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It's a boy I met, and his friend. Ready to walk right into the subway . . . . [ jayce had just barely managed to reel them in before they went any deeper. if viktor had felt some sort of disturbance earlier, but nothing jayce couldn't handle on his own— that was jayce. frightened, for a good minute. and how do they look like— well, jayce tries to relay it over through his mind's eye. a white haired boy and a black haired boy, both in their teens. ] For food. They're hungry.
[ and after a beat, jayce mentally sighs. in the end he just couldn't bring himself to send them on their way. it was hard enough to survive. from they dressed, even the way they presented themselves— they weren't ready for impromptu survival either. ]
—They're just kids.
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You have enough to share, for now. [ One benefit of two people looking for supplies but only one needing them.
Seeing the "company" through Jayce's eyes, it's easy to tell that they really are just a couple of boys, still school age by Piltover standards. They're lucky to have run into Jayce before getting themselves into trouble going underground or somewhere similarly dangerous. ] You should warn them about... well, how I look.
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Only dangers need warnings, Viktor.
[ jayce will be sure to remind him, as many times as he has to, that he is not a danger, and most certainly not a monster. ]
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that doesn't butter his buns at all. or, hm. color his scales, is now more accurate. with a smile curling his own lips, jayce nods. ]
That's better. [ and, well, since they're not far at all, ] We'll be there soon.
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Are either of the hurt? Do you... want me to meet you at the door?
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[ coming home and bringing two wittle kittens . . . ]
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Soon.
[ jayce only repeats, soft and angreeable as he pulls his mask off with care that may almost seem like reluctance to "part". if he were in front of viktor, he's certain he wouldn't be able to stop staring.
would it count as a broken promise? because he hasn't been able to stop much of that at all, lately. ]