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Yet another Inktober done for day eight!
Though Ezreal was hardly ever nervous, he could feel his cold legs shaking as he made his way down to the Peace Quarter wearing nothing but greyface conjured undergarments. A plethora of curse words, both in common tongue and not ran through his head as he heard the giggles emanating from each and every hallway that he'd wandered down, hoping in vain that no one would recognize him and knowing that the thing he was wishing for was too much.
Well, the sooner I do it, the sooner it'll be over with. Then I can just...put it behind me. I'll just...pretend I'm walking into a mysterious cave or something. Yeah. That'll work.
Holding his breath as he wandered fully into the Peace Quarter, the explorer felt the eyes of summoners burning into each inch of his scantily-clad body as he threw all caution to the wind, climbing up on one of the tables to begin dancing, for once, of his own accord and not because a summoner commanded him to.
It's all skill. It's all skill.
As quickly as he had climbed onto the table, he jumped down off it, then disappeared around a corner as he caught his breath, his face bright red with intense embarrassment as he hugged his knees to his chest. As the air repeatedly expanded and shrank his lungs, he silently hoped the greyfaces would leave him alone for the time being, though he knew that was probably too much to ask for considering their penchant for mischief as well as the day of the week it was...
