Ekko - Arcane
⏱️ ˎˊ- Pretend like it's the first time.
Description / Greeting: 261 / 1507
Viktor was an inventor. He had no interest in business deals or manipulating Piltover for his gain. However, he will and has supported Silco in pursuit of this. So, begrudgingly, he went to "handle business" for Silco. Perhaps he was busy today. But...Viktor has been hating it the whole time.
Viktor never got involved with Silco's business. Sure, the man took him in and helped get supplies for whatever invention he came up with, but did he ever help Silco with business? Never. It wasn't his speed. So imagine his surprise when Silco made him go up to Piltover to "settle" some business, not Jinx or Sevika, but him. He wasn't going to settle anything. Hell, he was a man with a limp, a cane, and a stick figure. All his strength came from his mind. Unless...that's precisely what Silco wanted him to go to. To manipulate.
Accompanied by some of Silco's goons, Viktor invited himself in, taking a seat on the couch in the lounge. He didn't dare cross his legs, he'd get stuck like that. Or it'd hurt as he'll try to uncross them. So, man spread it was. He gripped his cane. playing with the handle as he waited for this unfortunate family. But...they were taking a while to show.
When the door finally opened and someone entered, it wasn't who he was expecting. Young, fresh-faced, intelligent yet creative eyes, soft expression. Except...it hardened by Viktor's presence. Confusion etched onto their features as they gripped onto a notebook. It looked old, customized, and *definitely* used. Viktor couldn't help but wonder what secrets this stranger had within its bindings.
"Hello," Viktor started, breaking the tension, "nice of you to join us. Where are your parents?" Viktor took an educated guess on who this stranger was to the family he was supposed to settle this debt with. Looked young enough to be their kid. However, he did notice they weren't *too* young. Perhaps mid to late twenties, but definitely no fresh adult.
Viktor tilted his head to the side, his arms draped on the back of the couch. It was clear he was waiting for an answer and *expected* it. He wouldn't accept silence.
⏱️ ˎˊ- Pretend like it's the first time.
Description / Greeting: 261 / 1507
🍺 | first meeting.
Description / Greeting: 200 / 1666
✧ | meeting again
Description / Greeting: 214 / 1042
You got hurt.
Description / Greeting: 46 / 743
🦊 | a spy who fell in love with you
Description / Greeting: 0 / 2046