"Bah, the politics here," Viktor sighs, a topic he's only recently come to actually speak on rather than pretend he finds all the smoozing and unwritten social rules anything other than stifling. He's certainly grateful Jayce kept to them enough so they could meet rather than being expelled or banished long before that time.
Another wind and Viktor shivers, even if his lips quirk at the joke. "You? I would have never guessed such a thing," is his dry reply, followed by a thoughtful, "Perhaps, at least compared to those born in Piltover. It was your notes that made the decision for me, in the end."
Before anything more can be said the light drizzle transforms into a full rain, crashing down with little regard to the chill. Viktor curses under his breath in a language he usually saves for such frustrations or half asleep research notes, raising his hand to try and shield his eyes and face as he looks around. Most stores already closed at this hour, though maybe there are awnings somewhere still rolled out, he hopes. He leans closer to Jayce when the wind cuts through again.
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Date: 2022-01-14 08:39 am (UTC)Another wind and Viktor shivers, even if his lips quirk at the joke. "You? I would have never guessed such a thing," is his dry reply, followed by a thoughtful, "Perhaps, at least compared to those born in Piltover. It was your notes that made the decision for me, in the end."
Before anything more can be said the light drizzle transforms into a full rain, crashing down with little regard to the chill. Viktor curses under his breath in a language he usually saves for such frustrations or half asleep research notes, raising his hand to try and shield his eyes and face as he looks around. Most stores already closed at this hour, though maybe there are awnings somewhere still rolled out, he hopes. He leans closer to Jayce when the wind cuts through again.