#hexsongs

This isn't his usual spot. Though after an unexpected and tragic closure of what was originally his favorite bubble tea shop ( half-way through his point card to getting a free regular sized drink, too! ) the change of scenery suffices. As much as he'd like to lament, Ezreal can admit that the iced, strawberry matcha latte with tapioca pearls he'd got ( no ice, full sugar - more drink per drink ) is not that bad. Near constant connection from lips to straw should be a raving review - half the drink being gone only a few minutes after ordering another.

Ezreal's back hunches over the table, elbows resting along the cool, white plastic. Propped up in a high top seat, one leg dangles down while the rests on the bars of the chair next to him. The sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose make the bright, white screen of his social media tint gold - the singer continues to scroll. An endless loop of posts so all-consuming, Ezreal does not notice the excited figure that looms in front of him until she speaks. Just a little start - he turns up to face her.

" Oh, hey - "

At first, he expects a fan - some early HEARTSTEEL stan that can say they got an Ezreal autograph before they really popped off big time. The girl's hair dye has faded from many washes since its last touch up, brown roots begin to show through the cool blue tone of the tips. There's a blink - once, twice even, then another sip of his drink before the connection is fully made. The gurgle uprising in his throat as he chokes on a pearl is embarrassing, his ears flushing hot.

Isn't it incredible the difference that stage outfits, makeup, and glamor can give?

" O-oh my god, " hack, cough, " K/DA - Seraphine!? " Before the rogue tapioca finally makes its way down, clearing his throat long enough to actually begin talking. With half of his wits about him, as not to attract too much wanted attention from an even bigger household name, Ezreal's voice hushes down a few decibels: " you guys were literally my end of year most listened to band for like . . . so many years. "

Haplessly, the singer ( / fanboy ) takes stock of what he has. Phone, tote bag resting on the back of his chair, drink . . . He does actually consider getting her to sign that. Thank god cameras exist, right there in his pocket. There's no way he leaves this store without a selfie.

" D'you order yet? " His claim on the other chair is taken off, though not before he straightens his leg fully and pushes it outwards in invitation. Barely can he contain the excitement, " come sit! If you wanna, that is. "

( His bias was Akali - but did he really need to tell her that? )

@hexsongs / :)

in an unsettling sense, they're almost alike, building foundations on new support beams . the more ingrained zaunites don't always crack so easy, but she is hard to ignore . some sorta pest they can try to swat away over & over without avail. arms folded, a frown plays at her lips despite upbeat music. seraphine, too, keeps coming back. around her own neighborhood, people talk, buzz about her latest show that, latest song this — she's talking big, but nothing has changed . come down for a bit, drum up all that energy, then do what with it? wasteful . they need more than pretty words & sort of catchy songs that mesh horrifically with the ever-present ringing.