[ Viktor has the exact opposite opinion of Jayce's hands, loving that they feel like they've been used to live a life. He knows what those calluses are from a passion for his work, the scar tissue drawing a map of the progress he's made in his artform. Viktor's hands are those of a thinker, but Jayce's are those of a doer.
Humming, a little thoughtful and a lot dismissive, he shakes his head. ]
Later. [ But he can feel Jayce's arms around him move and tighten, and it's easy to anticipate what he has in mind even if it's unthinkable. ] Jayce, no, do not pick me up!
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Humming, a little thoughtful and a lot dismissive, he shakes his head. ]
Later. [ But he can feel Jayce's arms around him move and tighten, and it's easy to anticipate what he has in mind even if it's unthinkable. ] Jayce, no, do not pick me up!