👹 to Jayce
(Ask-the-gentlemen-of-runeterra: Viktor)
:: Jayce ::
The tall man paces back and forth in the wide open parking lot, swinging his keys around his finger as he waits for Viktor to arrive at the shopping center. They’d been planning a shopping trip for a few months now—both men are big fans of this time of year.
Jayce wasn’t used to his friend being late, however—Viktor was always quite punctual. What could be taking him so long?











