run, run, run

Simply by virtue of stature alone, Singed tended to loom over most--it was a trait he used to his advantage wherever possible, with appreciable results almost every time. The chemist had it down to a practical science at this point, carefully scrutinizing and capitalizing upon whatever weaknesses he could find in people. It was so easy to unsettle others, particularly when his reputation preceded him, and it usually didn’t take much more from there to overwhelm. The being before him now, however, was clearly not one who would bow under such simple intimidation tactics.

come back plox…

[ i realized i never like. actually said anything when i outied over on this end of the world!! sorry about that ] [ just wanted to slide on in here and thank you guys for giving me a real good run while i was here?? you took this random-ass singed out of nowhere, and with all the stuff i got to write ‘cause you gave me the time of day, went and made him one of my faves. you folks made writing my muses 10/10 and i think about coming back here a lot ‘cause. hell, it was a lot of fun, and i miss it. B’v maybe i’ll try dunking this dickbag back in once irl things chill out some. or graves again b/c we all know he’s my favorite he’s also fun to write ]

While at first, Singed’s reaction is nothing more than a quizzical stare, the sentiment evolves further and further the longer Thresh goes on. It’s all subtle body language at first--the cant of his head, the shift of his shoulders, all gradually adjusting until his hands are clasped before him in outright, undeniable glee. Somebody might have taken the list of his sins wrong, perhaps.

standard protocol is usually complaining that Riot has erased all likeable quality from the previous character and how poorly thought out the new character is, then rallying the troops and bringing the Discourse to all related blogs beyond that, uh… assimilating it quietly?    

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you can either take parts of it, complain as Kayla said, or completely ignore it

His eyes light up, and it’s the most horrid thing.

There’s excitement there, and the undeniable outline of a grin lurks beneath his wrappings--he’s been waiting for this confrontation, this conflict, and it’s wonderful to finally have that tension come to a boiling point. Singed laughs, lifting his chin to give Riven a better angle after one more moment of observation. “You surely didn’t think I believed you wouldn’t try this eventually, hm?” There’s a faint wheeze accompanying his voice, but it’s far from enough to stop him from speaking. “You’ve kept me waiting, Exile. That’s incredibly rude, I’ll have you know.” While this is exhilarating, there’s one particular problem that Singed has yet to fully work through--he’d rather not die here, really. It would be far more frustrating to her if he survived, and that just so happened to be his main priority.