#pitgritted

Eyes flicker as he side eyes the rather large vastayan.

SETT punctuates tailgating his long thick digits around his pelvis , signaling his size . hairy ridden jaws clamp down as he gave akali a pointed look , fixating brightly pigmented golden specked eyes on her . he was measuring her up . how the fuck did such a small thing even compete with him in size !?

the half - beast barks out a low displeased grunt , folding his arms thereafter . “ eve’ is runnin’ her mouth that y’ may or may not be bigger than me in size . i want exact measurements — “

this is a competition now . he wants answers .

akali’s eyebrows immediately furrow at sett, painting an expression that clearly shows how weirded out she is by this exchange. whatever he’s going on about now, she didn’t expect to ever talk about with him of all people. she lets him say his piece, not bothering to glance down to see how he’d match up against her. she doesn’t need to know.

“okay, first of all, what the fuck.” her hands raise up in a pause motion. she’s gonna have a chat with evelynn later. although it does wonders for her ego to know her girlfriend is showing her off to other people. “second, for the record, i really don’t care ‘bout how small or big you are, dude. seriously.” and they both know the why to that. it’s no secret. women are just better. evelynn especially. she doesn’t care about her supposed competition’s measurements. “and third—”

one of akali’s hands move to rest perpendicularly on her thigh, motion filled with an exaggerated flair. there’s quite the distance between where her zipper would start until where her hand is. not to mention the large indent that travels along her thigh, length pressing against her pants. there’s no mistaking it for anything else.

@pitgritted

"alright, I gotta be honest with you—"

Qiyana glanced upon the extensive collection of machinery lined up in files along mirrored walls. her nose scrunched up some. a few of these were easy enough to figure out, like the treadmills or the benches. others looked like torture racks. something the cenobites would hook her up to or something.

"I got no clue what half this shit does and where to start with the other half, Sett."

The noctum still makes his veins ache like a sore muscle, and though he's cleansed himself, stopping by a stream to wash the blood from his face and robes, he still feels like he carries the deaths with him. You were right to do it, Alune murmurs in his mind, and the noctum is still so fresh that he can almost feel her hand twining with his, encouraging him onwards the way she always did. They spread their hateful beliefs this far — each friend they make is an enemy of ours. But he is tired and sore, and craves more than anything the hot springs of home and his own fur blanket at home.

As luck would have it, though, instead of a luxury inn he finds another fight, though this one seems slightly more evenly matched than the he just entangled himself in. One man, taller than the rest, stands his ground against several more who seem intent on wearing him down and, based on the way they hold their weapons, they don't intend to keep him alive once they do. This is not your fight, Aphelios, Alune's voice is warning, already seeing all the possible outcomes of the fight in her mind — in their mind — but there is something about it that draws him in. The way the smaller fighters corner the larger makes him think of the lone Lunari who are captured and killed by groups of Solari, and he knows he can't stand by and watch it happen.

draven had visited other arenas during his days off, seeking a change from the same old taverns, and draw a bit of inspiration then put his own twist on it. that was not to be found here.

he had placed most his hopes in sett's arena. that guy 's name reached the underbelly of noxus, along his reputation to crack skulls. the noxian expected a show befitting of such notoriety. but the bastard boy's answer made it all clear.

' that your motive ? coins ? '

hand reaching behind his neck, he rubs his muscles, as he exhales a disappointed sigh. his tone reflected that let down, and now he was ready to give that "boss" some food for thoughts.

♡  — "Sorry, do you think proclaimed good guys are out to con and bait you?" Jayce's voice was positively incredulous, disbelieving at such a statement. (They're not a good fucking guy if they're conning you.) "You're joking, right? At least you used inventor instead of hero." That was far more accurate than any title people could bestow upon Jayce, it wasn't like he was trying to be anything but that, despite the proclamations of better tomorrows and fighting for the future. But hell, if everyone was going to claim he was a hero, Jayce wasn't going to waste breath telling them otherwise. It was a pleasant change of pace to not be referred as such, even veiled in animosity.

"What would I even be baiting you into?"

[ text [ : ] ‘kali ] yone is ‘ere with me rn .

[ text [ : ] ‘kali ] she is with you , right ?

-> [biggerest 🤜💥]: no idk where she's going HELP

-> [biggerest 🤜💥]: at this point i might as well be taken by the bees

-> [biggerest 🤜💥]: i told eve i was nearby and she got upset??

-> [biggerest 🤜💥]: maybe yone has secret beejutsu and knows where shes going