((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.