#noxiandiplomat

[outlanderprince]

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

On my planet as opposed to what? 

Whatever.

I guess I'd like to go to Africa or something, go on some safaris, shoot some shit with my camera. Lions are pretty bad ass, you know ;)

[noxiandiplomat]

"Don't you have something better to do then stand around the Institute? Like go back to Noxus?" the sheriff's tone remained stoic as she eyed the champion up and down. ((welcome :D))

"Don’t you have something better to do than question me?" he replied lazily, basking in the warm glow of her irritation. Really, the sheriff made it far too easy— all he needed to do was lounge here, and she’d be off like well… a shot.

The light of day was soft, falling through the windows in sheets of tasteful gold, and he turned his cheeks to face it as a sunflower follows the sun. He’d been in the library for a few hours at least, judging by the crick in his neck and ache at the base of his spine. Rolling his neck, Talon stretched his lanky limbs almost comically, stifling a smile. Antagonizing the pretty little sheriff was a past time he didn’t allow himself to indulge in often, but really, he deserved it. He’d been sucked into match after match this morning— this was his first break.

As much as he loathed it here, Talon would begrudgingly admit to enjoying the forced truce. It was amusing to look the Sheriff of Piltover in the eye and know you’d just sold some of Piltover’s latest inventions back to them for a pretty penny. 

"Besides," he reasoned, propping his chin on the corner of a leather bound novel, "then you would have no one to shoot, and I couldn’t possibly rob you of such pleasure, dearest. It simply isn’t just.”

Crossing his legs before him, Talon allowed the ghost of a grin the slip across his cheeks, silvered gaze flashing briefly. 

"And I’m always one for a little justice."

[noxiandiplomat]

"... Oh, it's you. What are you doing around here?" ((Hi there! ^^ thanks for the follow!))

He hadn’t been expecting her to speak— if anything, her words startled him more than coldness ever could. The bright blonde snippet was turned to him—slightly, ever so slightly, but enough to ensure that he knew the words were for him after all.

Curious. 

"…Walking," he murmured sardonically, gray eyes settling just behind her left shoulder. What business had she to know? Really, it was rather obvious anyways— with dust on his cloak and dark brown blood streaked across his cheeks, where else could he have come but from battle? People should learn to pay attention, really. 

Regardless, he decided to humor her.  

"And yourself, princess?" 

((hello! it’s no problem ^^; thanks for the follow back. You’re officially my first/only follower!))