"Oh shit, really? I'll make sure t'tell him! Maybe we can trek up north sometime when he's... Not... Busy with all the Trifarix stuff... Eugh..."
His shoulders begin to slump lower and lower with every fading word.
Throws a slice of old cheese at a random direction.
"Fetch!"
Off goes two Soul Hyenas—they probably won't smack into anyone.
.... Probably.
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"Bah, probably."
Beat.
"Oh, ya know—my stinkin' brother actually liked the brew ya gave me a while back. Says to extend his thanks if I see ya again."
"Which makes Draven the best person for testin' yer temper, ever think about 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?"
That grin looks more like a smarmy, toothy smirk now more than anything.
"Thought ya were the smart one, Squirt?"
“Hmph. Maybe that’s just a testament to how much of an annoying jackass you are, ever think about that?”
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"Not the best mental image, but yeah, heh! You'll give the poor sucker a heart attack, ha ha ha!"
Draven was torn between chuckling at the face he imagined Rumble having, or trying to scrub the thought of the Avarosan's ass from his brain.
The second guffaw was so immediate, his entire torso leaned back.
"HAH! Not with all that eye-twitchin', nose-wrinklin' and snarlin'!" He was tempted to dispense more advice about staying unbothered, but... Naaah. Let the short stack figure this out himself.
Plus, it was funny.
"Ya better be sure you do." he stood up with a flex of well-practiced muscles, getting to his feet while his hands remained in his pockets. " 'Cause I ain't repeatin' my advice twice."
Draven pivoted on his heels and started off, but paused and half-turned back to the yordle.-
“Hmm…I guess, maybe I’ve been a bit too content to just have people leave me alone lately.”
The thought of himself lording over some annoying humans from the seat of a much bigger than usual Tristy popped into his head, and he couldn’t help but crack a grin.-
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"Tch, better than the degenerates who make it a contest on who can resist blowin' their load the longest."
....Draven, please.
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The hyena that was acting qs the Noxian's chair merely followed Rumble with her eyes. The other one sat next to its master tilted her head at him. Draven guffawed.
"Ya say that but ya ain't good at puttin' it into practice." He uncrossed his ankles and recrossed them the other-
When the furrow on Rumble's brow deepened, Draven let out a bark of laughter. Three more seconds passed as he studied the eye twitching, the wrinkle of the yordle's nose, the bared teeth... Mission accomplished.
"Second," he started again, spinning on the toe of his boot only-