because it's where jayce is going, so full of nerves and anxious drops in his gut, a mix of worry and excitement and elation and relief all at once— he gets through the big doors of the lab and feels his heart catch, right in his throat. ]
Currently, it's the side of the lab with their desk where Viktor sits in Jayce's chair, leaning back gratefully against the support his stool would not provide. He'd like to pace, but resists only by tapping his fingers against the papers strewn in front of him. When he hears the doors open, he looks up warily, hopefully, looking a little like an animal that doesn't know if it can trust the person approaching.
[ for all of that, jayce is still nervous. rightfully nervous. when he steps in and shuts the tall doors behind him, his heart is tight in his chest, neaely in his mouth with difficulty to swallow it down back to where it should be. his fingers anxiously fiddle with the cuffs of his sleeves, and then the leather bracelet around his wrist.
the steps to get over to his taken seat feels . . . tense. but if anything, jayce's ears happen to be bright red. ]
[ It's easy to see that Jayce is nervous—Viktor, ever observant, knows his tells. He knows that the first thing he'll do is smooth his thumb over the gem adorning his left wrist, and he'll fidget with his uniform even though it's always pristine. He'll pace with his arms held behind his back, if a problem persists, but right now he's occupied with crossing the room towards Viktor.
Grabbing his cane to stand, Viktor pushes himself onto his feet with a wince. He's stiff from working all evening, but... Well, he's expecting a kiss before an apology, so he wants to be within reach. ]
Go on. [ He doesn't try to stop Jayce. They're partners, first and foremost, and that means hearing him out on anything from radical ideas to unnecessary apologies. ]
I think even the golden boy of Piltover would get in trouble for that. No, but somewhere not entirely private. Somewhere there's the threat of being seen.
I appreciate your candor. Fortunately I don't own anything black as it has always given the impression I'm attending my own funeral. Gloves are an interesting suggestion.
The glower isn't intentional. I have resting glower face.
That you're tidy, detail-oriented, meticulous. And thus, you're the sort of person who can be trusted with complex matters because you'll give them the same sort of attention as your own appearance.
But none of that necessarily means it'll lead to an explosion!! [ Even though it has happened. many times between the two of them in the course of their research and testing. Far more times than Jayce is willing to acknowledge right now. ]
Couldn't you have waited until I got there in the morning??
[ When your first major breakthrough as partners was basically a controlled explosion that resulted in magic, it was hard to back down from possible repeats in the future. ]
I wasn't sure if you'd be joining me, and I had the calculations ready tonight.
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I'd like you to come kiss me.
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right?
because it's where jayce is going, so full of nerves and anxious drops in his gut, a mix of worry and excitement and elation and relief all at once— he gets through the big doors of the lab and feels his heart catch, right in his throat. ]
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Currently, it's the side of the lab with their desk where Viktor sits in Jayce's chair, leaning back gratefully against the support his stool would not provide. He'd like to pace, but resists only by tapping his fingers against the papers strewn in front of him. When he hears the doors open, he looks up warily, hopefully, looking a little like an animal that doesn't know if it can trust the person approaching.
What the hell is he supposed to say? ]
Hello, Jayce.
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the steps to get over to his taken seat feels . . . tense. but if anything, jayce's ears happen to be bright red. ]
. . . I owe you an apology.
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Grabbing his cane to stand, Viktor pushes himself onto his feet with a wince. He's stiff from working all evening, but... Well, he's expecting a kiss before an apology, so he wants to be within reach. ]
Go on. [ He doesn't try to stop Jayce. They're partners, first and foremost, and that means hearing him out on anything from radical ideas to unnecessary apologies. ]
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I think even the golden boy of Piltover would get in trouble for that. No, but somewhere not entirely private. Somewhere there's the threat of being seen.
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Yes.
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I appreciate your candor. Fortunately I don't own anything black as it has always given the impression I'm attending my own funeral. Gloves are an interesting suggestion.
The glower isn't intentional. I have resting glower face.
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Also, shine your shoes before the event. Or let me know you don't have time, and I can come over and take care of them.
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What message do shined shoes send?
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*smashes canons together like different-colored playdoh*
as the rp gods intended! thanks for the info btw
TBH, Arcane and Lavender Jack have similar themes, but with more masked vigilantes and less magic...
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tfln | endofinfinity
Yes, and I did. A shower and change of clothes made it as if that explosion never happened.
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[ Accidentally crossing wires because he was a little sleepy. ]
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Couldn't you have waited until I got there in the morning??
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[ When your first major breakthrough as partners was basically a controlled explosion that resulted in magic, it was hard to back down from possible repeats in the future. ]
I wasn't sure if you'd be joining me, and I had the calculations ready tonight.
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Just. Don't do anything else with it, please, wait until I get there. I'm on my way.