Well you’ll make me really sad if you do.
Jayce Gatsby picks up the book that had just been hurled at him. He reads the cover “The Great Gatsby,” his eyes narrow as he keeps scanning the cover. Finally he says, “never heard of it, but I like the title!” He puts the book down and continues his previous activities, which most likely consisted of staring at something from a distance in a longing manner.
"10 outta 10 Thresh, love that lantern" Jayce Gatsby winks at Thresh
"Oh hey, you’re the one from the tub the other day! How after you, anyway, I’d give you like a 7, mostly cuz I feel like you need to work on staring without question. Nothing is more attractive than someone who can intensely stare more than me." Jayce Gatsby says in a cocky voice.
Jayce Gatsby was too afraid to even answer the question, he didn’t take to kindly to Janna’s advances. He didn’t wanna provoke such a wild beast.
//THRESH MUN, WHERE ARE YOU????
"Well Ziggs, Jinx is doing that for me as we speak, sooooo I don’t really have to at this point," Rumble scratches his head. "I mean, I wasn’t planning on it but it certainly was something I thought about. I don’t seek to pave the streets with civilian casualties, I just wanna prove a point."
" But wouldn’t you want to put your toy on more of a vivid display? I know that the league is great and all but don’t you want people to see it’s true potential?" Ziggs smiled.
"Yea, but what better way is there in all of Runeterra to do that? The League IS where people for to strut their stuff, I mean you’re a champion too after all." Rumble raises an eyebrow and looks at his long time friend curiously.
" But don’t you wanna break Heimer’s stuff?" He smirked tilting his head.
"Like everyday Ziggs, you know that more than anyone," Rumble says in a slightly desperate voice, "but that’s what Summoner’s Rift is for, isn’t it?" his mode changes again.
"10/10 would stare at longingly from a distance" Jayce Gatsby says in the most narcissistic tone possible.
Rumble’s ears go back instinctively and he looks at Tybresa with skepticism. But he takes a minute to process what she said to him and blurts, “you like this piece of garbage sweater?” in a really confused infliction. He pulls the collar and lets it go as a gesture of disgust for the sweater, and continues, “As far as keeping warm, I think I’m okay,” obviously hinting at his fur, “but I think I will swipe a mug from you,” he takes a mug but doesn’t drink it immediately for fear of burning his tongue. “Thank you very much” he tilts his head, almost as if he was proceeding to bow to go along with his thanks.
//sorry, this kind gesture got lost in my sea of randomness ;-; I would have responded sooner.
// No worries. And I hope you won’t mind me if I try to develop it into a nice little RP? <3
The woman simply tilted her head curiously as she regarded the yordle and his seemingly apprehensive behavior, only to chuckle softly at his reaction. “I think it is adorable.” She answered. “Much better than mine, hm?” She looked down upon herself, seemingly drawing attention at her own garb …
"Nevertheless, I guess that even if you do not like it that much, at least it is appropriate for the season. It could have been with worse patterns …" She shrugged lightly as she mused out loud to herself, before she smiled when he took a mug of hot cocoa. "Oh, do help yourself from one of the muffins - they’re delicious and with vanilla filling. It really mixes well with the hot chocolate." With that said, she shifted her hands so to balance the tray in her left, while with the right the nudged a couple of said muffins towards the edge and for Rumble to see better …
Rumble’s ear fold back, “Eh, I’m not a fan of cupcakes to be honest. They always seem to bite back.” He sips the hot chocolate hastily. “Also there’s the fact that I’m kind of..well…”"…so I couldn’t take one if I wanted to." he says in a slightly defeated voice. "But thanks for the offer." He takes another sip, ears down, looking away. He felt bad about inevitably darkening the mode with his deplorable physical condition.
"Oh hi there, errr, Sona is it? You here to stare at stuff with me? It makes me really happy when people wanna join me," Gatsby is sporting his accustomed debonair outfit, sitting in the bath upright, smiling at Sona. A small twinkle in his eye can be seen.
The female looked at the male. Contemplating why he is sitting in the tub fully clothed. "Mr. Gatsby, why are you fully clothed? Wouldn’t it feel better without them?" She questioned telepathically.
Gatsby raises an eyebrow, the excitement he felt about having a companion is fading. The lack of a response from Sona was quickly discouraging him. “Ummm…hello?” he waves a hand in front of Sona’s face.
"Listen to my voice? I am talking to you!" She started to flail splashing water on his face. "Wake up!"
"Hey, stop splashing," he squeaks, the sadness in his voice is evident. "Please miss Sona, just speak to me, I’m not mean!"
“I AM TALKING TO YOU!” She pouts and looks as if she is about to cry.
Knocking can be heard from outside the bathroom, and Rumble can be heard from the other side of the wall, “HEY GATSBY, YOU DOUCHENOZZLE, SONA’S TALKING TO YOU, WHY DON’T YOU RESPOND??? I can hear her from across the friggin Institute, jeez,” the rest of what he says becomes inaudible as he walks away.