#I like to think that Zephyr has tried and failed to adopt several creatures to make their friend

[viktoranswers]

"Oh?" he raised a brow, mildly intrigued, "What happened?"

He adjusted his sitting arrangements briefly, moving to uncross his legs and scooch back - sitting up straighter before putting the telescoped cane back in his lap.

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

Zephyr sat up slightly. "No. I mean, I used to. This little frog, I named him Marrow. I found him in this lake I used to sleep by back when he was a.. baby-frog, I guess. I don't know what they're called."

"He only had three legs, so that's how I distinguished him from the other frogs. He died a while back, though," they finished, frowning slightly.

"One time, I tried to catch a bird to make it my friend. Don't think it enjoyed that, though," Z chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of their neck.

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.