[viktor idles by the crowd, farther back near the edge, waiting more to hear from word of mouth the passing curiosity than to make any bold attempts. no point in that, he is an assistant to the dean- no, no, that's not right the cofounder to Hextech, often overlooked but nonetheless in the fine print.
(there is the oddest thought he bats away about being something more dashing, more dramatic, to wow the audience but there is no audience aside from the crowd who already know who he is or pretend not to rather than admit it.)
soft murmurs behind fans send words this way, ambassador this and quite unorthodox that. he's ready to move on, curiosity mostly sated, when the disaster nearly strikes. well, not really, an elbow skimming too close from a man moving too hastily is more amusing to him than the others, who all seem on the edge of their seats like they expect social bloodshet.
viktor, meanwhile, has his tongue promptly tied because the man in front of him is- well, handsome. pretty eyes. (the word 'meet cute' springs in his head like an invasive thought and he, once again, ignores.) he slaps on a polite smile, no harm done, but rather than manage it fully the ambassador speaks and viktor can't help a snort of laughter.
ah. he'd look around to check how that went over but at the moment he gives himself the right not to care.]
And you've just arrived. Imagine how unbearable it will be once you've spent some quality time with the party.
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an assistant to the dean- no, no, that's not rightthe cofounder to Hextech, often overlooked but nonetheless in the fine print.(there is the oddest thought he bats away about being something more dashing, more dramatic, to wow the audience but there is no audience aside from the crowd who already know who he is or pretend not to rather than admit it.)
soft murmurs behind fans send words this way, ambassador this and quite unorthodox that. he's ready to move on, curiosity mostly sated, when the disaster nearly strikes. well, not really, an elbow skimming too close from a man moving too hastily is more amusing to him than the others, who all seem on the edge of their seats like they expect social bloodshet.
viktor, meanwhile, has his tongue promptly tied because the man in front of him is- well, handsome. pretty eyes. (the word 'meet cute' springs in his head like an invasive thought and he, once again, ignores.) he slaps on a polite smile, no harm done, but rather than manage it fully the ambassador speaks and viktor can't help a snort of laughter.
ah. he'd look around to check how that went over but at the moment he gives himself the right not to care.]
And you've just arrived. Imagine how unbearable it will be once you've spent some quality time with the party.