…would ice cream aid in that.

The what.

[ hi I lived

what did you just call me

Then let me get my coat on and we’ll go. Bundle up, it’s cold topside.

I am not.

Jinx. Jacket. Now.

I don’t have one of those.

…unless you mean a cat. She’s medium sized.

No buts. You’re going to complain as soon as we get up there and I’ll have to give you my jacket.

Bitch.

. . . I’m out of guesses.

Thank you. I’ll be at the door.

Men loving men?

Good evening he’s not wearing a shirt. It got too hot.

Why am I still Christmas.

Picking up *… 𝒑𖦹𝘄-𝒑𖦹𝘄 .ᐟ. Look whose back from his work trip.

Throwing himself down next to @TemperedDawn, sighing as he shrugs off his coat. “If I ever have to stay in Piltover again, it will be too soon.”

He turned with a sigh, staring at Rowena with his corrupt eye. "And let the stench in? No thanks."

He's holding them tight, right up to his chest. He wouldn't tell anyone how much he missed her. "I am back. Have you been behaving in my absence?"