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“Sorry Ma… I broke it on the way out the other day,” his eyes glanced elsewhere, recalling how he’d bumped into the table the cup and the rest of the tea set lived, happily at that, till Sett barreled out the front door. It makes him cringe inwardly, blinking away the memory. “Thought I coulda fixed it but-- it don’t look too good; I could get ya a new set instead, if ya want?” Offering a small smile to her.

AT first there is a moment of concern that paints her face. whenever her son would approach her in such a way she was quick to note something had happened. even with his stature much larger than it once was all those years ago she still recognized these things almost instantaneously. the furrow on her brow and the sensation of momentary panic a mother always had when faced with her beloved child in such a manner lasted up until her eyes fixated on the cup.

there was a sigh, brief but full of the utmost relief, as she'd seen it wasn't anything too serious. the first thing she noticed was the efforts her son had put toward trying to piece it back together, but the next thing she looked for were any possible cuts and scraped upon his person from the darn thing. cups could be easily replaced, but there was only one settrigh that existed in this world. heri could never even begin to fathom the pain such an idea of losing him would bring.

but it was enough for worrisome what ifs and for now she focused on the present. with a huff of a low laugh she extended both of her hands to cup either side of her son's face and gave him a smile so tender and warm and full of every ounce of love she held for her child as to bring ease.

" oh, you silly boy." there came another chuckle as she removed her hands and using her index finger--careful to not use her claws--and poked his nose every so briefly. " i'm just relieved you aren't hurt. "

she then paused to laugh once more with a slight nod of her head to follow suit. " how about we go shopping for once together? that way it will make the new set all the more special as it will be one we picked out together? "

are you kayn's type? submitted by @weldfists

So, of course, he told the rest of the boys.

Whatever they do to celebrate Kayn is up to them, but he’s got plans of his own. And that involves busting his door open (again) knowing he’s awake this late at night, homemade red velvet cupcake in hand, and a gift wrapped carefully tucked beneath his arm. Only to be met with Killer absolutely screaming his little fluffy head off at Sett was expected but he presses on anyway. A half-grin tugs at his lips, breathing a sharp inhale before he starts:

“Go, Kayniac, it’s your birthday—” daring to move closer to Kayn while doing a shimmy to an imaginary beat. “We gon’ party like it’s your birthday. We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday—” Sett manages to reach his bedside with a wide smirk plastered across his face, tail wagging lazily as he raises a brow at his bandmate and offers the cupcake to him. “And you know we don’t give a fuck if you tell us today ain’t your birthday.”

He uses his free hand to toss the gift onto Kayn’s bed with a satisfied nod. “Gotcha something for your walls, thought you’d like another poster.” What he DOESN’T say is that the poster he managed to snag him was one he scrounged all over eBay for: a limited edition holographic tour poster of Ezreal’s first ever solo tour right out the gate after his EP, there’s only about 50 in existence and now he’d be the proud owner of one of them. So safe to say, Sett’s pretty pleased with himself even if he takes a pillow or book to the head in the next 15 seconds.

Kayn's minding his own business for once, sitting in his room with his headphones on, when the sound of his door being all but kicked in makes him jump like a cat. He whips around in his chair, his one uncovered eye wide with threat as his privacy and peace is thoroughly shattered. Both Sett and Killer are completely unbothered by Kayn's rabbiting heart and boiling rage as they proceed to have a competition over who can be the loudest.

Killer, he doesn't blame — this is his territory. Sett, on the other hand? Yeah, Kayn can blame him, alright.

"What?!" Kayn shouts as Sett launches into a song and dance that fills his space with even more noise. "You — " He's on his feet now, hands curled into fists and a blush slowly creeping up his shoulders to his neck. "Shut up! You — " Oh, Sett's gonna get it just as soon as Kayn manages to string together a thought. They already celebrated his birthday this year — who gives a fuck if if wasn't on the actual day he was born — so to suddenly be faced with this —

He's not blushing. It's just really hot in here, that's all. His hand reaches out automatically (and very against his will) to take the cupcake (the red velvet is now a similar shade to his cheeks), and his gaze flicks to the poster as it's tossed onto his bed. Does he dare open it now...?

Kayn doesn't even have the energy to be pissed off that Sett barged into his room again. Once the guy sees his posters once, it's hardly worth it to keep defending them so fiercely. He's lounging on his bed, scrolling his phone, and only bothers to look up when he notices Killer dangling from Sett's grip. Kayn's eyes flick between the dog and Sett, sharpening with a protective warning that's far more instinct than intent, and is about to say of course he's biting you, he hates being held like that when Sett drops the dog onto the bed.

Killer, for his part, climbs onto Kayn's chest and continues barking at Sett, teeth bared and eyes wide with threat, even when Kayn reaches a gentle hand up to comb through Killer's fur.

@weldfists continued from here 🗡

Talon isn't the kind of person to approach anyone out of their way, let alone in a gym. It was partly why they searched for the time they would be the most isolated in the gym, so little, unnecessary interactions could be avoided. It was fine when he entered, their alone time was disrupted, but with minding his own business it meant they were left otherwise undisturbed. Despite the setting being his natural habitat, the sighting of a brick wall of a man in the flesh wasn't something that happened every day.

So it's almost comedic when simply approaching him causes a visible jump of surprise. Doing him a service, however, Talon's reaction only involves their brows raising, which are quick to settle back into their default furrow. Curious eyes scan over the other exerciser, pausing as they stare above his eyeline and watch an earbud be removed. Features twinge upon realising that this conversation was going to become drawn out. Not just from having to repeat themself; Talon quickly remembers that most people enjoy something called 'chatting'. After shifting their weight and taking a breath in preparation, they try once again. "Just, wondering if I can borrow a phone charger. If you have one."

He'd originally been hovering behind the couch, watching Kayn play through the game idly. Creeping ever closer as each scene played through piqued his interest until he'd found himself seated off to Kayn's side. So that's where he finds himself, hunched forward with his eyes glued to the screen with the same amount of sparkle in his gold eyes to mirror a kid in a candy store. "C'mon. I feel like that'd be pretty fair. Right?" He's trying so hard to be convincing.

Kayn saw him hovering, of course. It's hard to hide anything from someone as observant as Kayn, let alone a man Sett's size who isn't particularly good at being subtle in the first place. He's also not surprised that Yakuza appeals to Sett — aside from being a good fucking game, the venn diagram of Kayn and Sett's interests has significant overlap.

His eyes flick to Sett, a look off disbelief crossing his face even as his fingers on the controller continue the brawl. "Fair? It's my game, knucklehead," Kayn says, his voice like a knife dragging on cement.

But he glances at Sett again as he finishes the fight and listens to the money and exp tally up, and decides that picking on Sett when he has that sparkle in his eye feels akin to kicking a puppy. Which is annoying, because all Kayn wants to do is play his game.

Still, Kayn rolls his eyes and hands over the controller like an afterthought. "Whatever. Just don't screw anything up." Not that it matters — Kayn's played this game through a dozen times. He can fix anything that Sett changes.