Two eggs.

||: Like I could tell with that janky gif xD “Mm. It hurt.”

He grunts. “Poor decision.”

And cogs.

He looked to his hands. He sighed deeply. "I have had someones. Unfortunately, life has found means to place them out of my charge. The Medardas, recent allies, and... My wife and child."

"That is why I thought you the best candidate for such a thing. I read about your time in that hell-prison. You are a brave soul."

"There are two things, now that I think of it. One more prevalent than the other." He stretched out his back and sat cross legged beside her. "It's required for all Noxians from childbirth to have a sense of purpose and clarity to preserve resilience in combat and our society. I have neither --

"I will note that if I ever really wanted to chase you. I simply needed to discuss something of importance with you."

There was a sound of heavy steps hitting mortar and stone as Ric climbed the rooftops to meet Vi. “You are a very difficult person to locate.”

“It seems the pianist has relapsed. That took longer than I thought it would.”

He smirked. "Where to begin then...?" He popped open a bottle of brandy and poured it into two tumblers. "I took some personal time away with associates that worked under Ambessa and myself.. Those that survived the battle. We manned a vessel and sailed into open water... Just because we could.-

"I have a couple at mind. A sea story and a calmer tale. Which do you prefer?"

“I have more when you have time.”

“It’s just childish fun. No harm done.”

"Well, that is appreciated."

"That is a surprising thing to hear."

“…As best I can, yes.”

“I’ve been away and abroad, rediscovering things of myself and the world.”

He appreciates it.

How ‘bout they don’t?

He wiped the water off his face and grunted. “Dryer times, certainly… Good morning, Jinx.”

( S P L A S H ! ) Rick’s eye twitched as he felt the balloon pop over his big head. “Who. Threw. That?”

“You want me to train him to take on larger adversaries. Am I understanding that correctly?” Her romantic interest in the man was not as important as or was to her, but this person clearly mattered so he would oblige. “Bring them to the Pit tomorrow.”

"Do you require refreshments or a meal?"

"Happy returns, Lady Mel."

He hopes he did not miss too much.

He has returned.

✗ ⇱ 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤 ⇲ ✗

“That would be appreciated. I can leave those here.” He paused before turning around. “Dead or alive?”

jinx

“If you mean a courtesan, do not bother. I have someone.” He nodded. “I do, however need fitting Zaunite clothing.”

Upon hearing the word “Ionia,” a small furrow betrayed his steely gaze. “Understood. When is the next shipment scheduled to arrive?”

Impressive.

He cleared his throat, and knocked on the door before entering. “This job… What heads?”

If she gets bullied, bring them to him. He’ll set them straight.

He nodded. After Silco left, he walked home and thought about what this Silco said. He looked at his scarred up knuckles, his spear on the wall, and then at the trinkets from the Medardas. He sat on the offer for about an hour, and then headed towards the bar to go follow up with him about it.

He smirks half-heartedly. “Glad to be of comfort.”

He admires his mutual impartiality.

“If you mean singing, sure when we were bored aboard, aye. Not as you put it, however.”

“That’s very impressive work, although I understand it was not wanted labor so much as mandatory.”

“You were a demolitions expert? Impressive.”

“What exactly is Karaoke?”

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