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I’m usually just indiscriminate. My friends are masochists, I’m pretty sure. Or they find me endearing.
As long as they keep buying drinks, who’s to question
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There’s a time requirement. Huh.
Guess that’s why I piss so many people off.
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Mmmm. And the reason is lack of social skills? Doesn’t it get a little lonely after a while?
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I’VE BEEN SNARKY AND MEAN FOR OVER A YEAR.
IT’S HONESTLY THE BEST WAY TO DEAL WITH THESE PEOPLE, THEY GENERALLY LIKE IT BETTER FOR SOME REASON.
BUNCH OF MASOCHISTS.
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After a year I’m really tired of you people.
Can I be mean and snarky now? You are not very useful anyway.
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He smelled of blood. Over the years this scent has become so familiar for Yves, maybe even calming is some ways. Her work, her very being was tightly connected to what flesh had to offer. But there was something unnerving about his words. Power and a woman pushed to her limits were not a good combination. It brought back bad memories that should stay forgotten. - My limits are delicate things. – she tried to smile, but it was very possible that with the state of her mind at the moment it looked more like a slight grimace of pain – I hope you were not implying that you wish to try them. Effects could be… not to your liking. – Yves shook her head lightly in an attempt to replace her current expression with something more warm and welcoming – But I certainly appreciate your kind words, it’s truly great to hear that my little business was heard of even outside the borders of Zaun. And it’s a pleasure to finally have a chance to meet personally Hemomancer. Is there something this summoner can help you with?
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He was in a bad shape, that much was plain to see. She saw every detail of his appearance every wrinkle, every nervous eye twitch. Maybe that’s why she was a good judge of people’s character, there was nothing in physical aspect of another being that could escape her attention.
Yves sighed heavily.
“To be completely precise you could talk to anyone, just reactions to what you have to say would be different.”
She made a quick signature on the one of documents that were lying on her desk and let out another sigh. She got up and in few swift moves she was crouching before Jayce. She took his hands in hers trying not to scratch him with her claws in the process.
“What is bothering you darling?”
Jayce couldn't help but smile. Out of all the people he has met, even with her snark remarks, it was always a pleasure to see Yves. Guess you could say he liked how she treated him differently than most people did. Lot of people treated him with some sort of high standards, like he was some body important. Yves didn't. That's something that grew on him and though he won't admit, though she probably already knows, but he enjoys her company. She treated him like a normal person, to say. He felt like he can actually be him self around Yves, instead of hiding behind the 'hero' title.
He put down his backpack, and uncovered his face. He had dark circles underneath his eyes, maybe a few more wrinkles here and there on his face, his hair a complete mess, but still holding a smile.
"Well, now that you asked, Zaun doesn't offer much in payment for their 'latest fashion' trends. Least I don't stand out like a sore thumb, unlike in Piltover."
He chuckled.
"Don't worry. I didn't drag my ass all the over here to waste your time. Either way, you wouldn't have been nice to me, but you know you love seeing my radiant face. Talking about faces, looks like you changed your appearance again. As I said before, can't ever decide on a look, can you?" He gave her a soft smile. "You still look lovely though."
His smile turning to a grim expression. His body language was limp as well, like he was tired, and he was, mostly emotionally. He found an extra chair and sat down. Plopping down, he bent over and rested his forearms on his thighs, while letting out a sigh. Lifting his head up, he looked at her.
"Yves, I came here cause I need to talk to you. Truth be told, and I ain't yanking your tail, you're probably the only person I can talk to."
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