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'are you wearing my shirt?' [Jayce @ Viktor]
"Well, don't leave them lying around next time," Viktor teased softly, giving Jayce a mischievous grin as he rolled up the sleeves. "Let's get to work, shall we? We've got work to do." Not time sensitive, by any means, but Jayce should have known better than to leave his shirt lying around while he worked in the forge.
"You have... beautiful eyes, Viktor... ev-even now." Jayce sinks against Viktor, his abdomen pierced through, hot, red blood leaking out around the Hexclaw impaling him.
Viktor stared down coldly at the shape slumping against his form, mind screaming that this was wrong, or self defense. Jayce had swung at him, first. He was only repaying in kind. The claw slowly retreated, Viktor's hand gracing the side of Jayce's face, lifting it slowly.
"I did not think our partnership would being us here, old friend..." He muttered softly, the look in his golden eyes softening slowly. He carefully moved Jayce into his arms, cradling his friend, and enemy, unsure what would happen from here. "You're as kind as the first day I met you..."
Jayce raises a fist and knocks on Viktor's lab door. He's far from home and deep in the undercity, but under one arm he has a package and it is wriggling. The box has many holes in its sides and from those holes protrude small pink limbs, flailing and grasping. "Viktor... erh I brought you something." The box of Pixiemanders continues to jutter and jiggle in his grasp.
The mechanical man slowly approached the door, sighing as he opened it. "How do you always find me?" He rumbled, shaking his head as he noticed the box. "For me?..." It's a sweet gesture, which catches the man off entirely, lifting his mask slowly to take a look at the package.
Gently, he removes the lid, met with cute purring and bubbles, the Pixiemanders all curious about the world outside the box, a mix of laughter and a sob catching in Viktor's throat. "Jayce..." Is all he can muster, gently removing one of the Pixiemanders from the box, stroking its little fins gently. "They're wonderful... How did you know?..."
"If I run and leap at Viktor, he will most certainly catch me in his arms." [Jayce]
"I would do no such thing!" the large Machine Herald replied indignantly, before dropping the spare parts he had found, and catching his large ex partner in his arms, huffing softly, eyes rolling behind his lenses.
Jayce grabs Viktor on either side of his face and peppers the machine herald's mask with obnoxious kisses.
An indignant, metallic snort is produced from under the man's mask, as Viktor's hexclaw pushes Jayce's face away from his. "Out of all my years," he rumbled. "Out of all my years I have never met anyone more confusing or obnoxious than you, Jayce Talis." There was important work to be done. He couldn't have it interrupted.
Jayce bangs on Viktor's door with an elbow. He has a heart-shaped balloon attached by its string to one hand, and his arms are full of candies and at least three pixiemanders.
Viktor grunted, the young man startling himself awake, before looking over at his door to see what was going on. Slowly, he got to his feet, wiping the exhaustion out of his eyes as he blinked in surprise. "Jayce?" he asked, suddenly realizing. "Oh. It's the Crystal Rose Celebration, isn't it?" He chuckled gently, taking one of the struggling Pixiemanders and crooning to it gently. "Hold on. I have some chocolates for you inside."
Viktor what's your type?
"Type? Like... Of drink? Personal company? Clothing? Favorite metal to use for projects?" he listed, dodging around the question. "You have to be more specific with your inquiries."
❛ good people make me insecure . ❜
"Good people... Vary," Viktor agreed, the man leaning on his cane, watching the other scientist from the other side of the room. "Mixed bags, truly... Perhaps we compare ourselves to them. Perhaps the encroach on things that are not their business... Perhaps they judge others for the things they do..."
The machine herald's eyes glowed behind the lenses of his mask. "But I will agree... Good people make me insecure, as well..."
