#squashingtime

[silence-and-melodies-blog]

I've got one line to pick you up, and I've got the arms to do so.

Sona looked to Zac and cocked her head to one side as her lips curled into a gleeful smile. This was her first contact with the man outside of the matches and he managed to make her giggle. Pulling her board out from her sleeve she wrote down. "You do lift!!"

[honor-death-and-hangovers-blog]

Yasuo perched on a town rooftop and sighed. Still no luck in finding a drinking partner. The task was proving more convoluted than he'd imagined. The man fiddled with his long hair and thought back over all the people he'd met:

Zac- still don't know what he is

Janna- still don't know what she is

Viktor- still don't know what he is

Talon- still Noxian

Unfolding a rumpled piece of paper stuck in his belt he read over the list again.

1 [ ] Not Noxian

2 [ ] Not ninja

3 [ ] Will not try to   Is not trying to kill me

4 [ ] Did not kill my elder

5 [ ] Identifiable species

6 [ ] Will not cause encounters with law enforcement or bounty hunters

7 [ ] Mentally stable

Slowly he drew a line through item 5. “Gotta keep up with the times,” he muttered. He looked at item 1 for a while and then shook his head. That was when the lady of the house caught sight of him. The typical yelling and broom-waving began, so Yasuo made a quick exit stage right.

[visexual]

     And don't think I'd ever leave you out of this, Zac-- here's yours!

[visexual]

We need to armwrestle someday. Or see who can punch something the farthest, haha!

     Hell yeah, we do! Ever since I've seen your Hulk-hands in action, I've been dying to engage in a little one-on-one tussling with you. Y'know, in a slightly more friendly environment than on the fields...

     You name your terms, and I'm there. The only rule is that we can't do it in or outside the office; Cupcake would kill me.

[honor-death-and-hangovers-blog]

squashingtime

Zac slightly jumped up at being stepped on, his goo reshaping itself around the feet. “Hey buddy, watch your step!” He giggled, quickly reshaping himself.

The ronin took a couple of unsteady steps back and looked at what stood before him. "Hey you... you... what are you?" Wide, inquiring eyes took in the tall, muscular physique, the huge powerful-looking arms and jaw, and the long tentaclesque projection from the head. The thing's posture didn't seem aggressive, fortunately, but Yasuo's hand found itself on the hilt of his blade anyway. Knee-jerk reaction.