[the rain is mostly over when viktor enters the lab, grumbling a little to himself as he closes the door behind him and runs a hand through his slightly damp hair.
it's fine, work waits for no scientist and this scientist waits for no rain, though he wonders if maybe an umbrella is in order. it took a long time to stop flinching away from the fall of it when he moved to piltover, too used to the udnercity and its polluted, chemical rains. sometimes he finds himself going to old habits here, though given the state of the trench he wouldn't be shocked to find himself in the middle of a downpour of blood.
umbrellas aside he moves in, finally glancing up and to one of his little side works which- that was not as far along before. he frowns as he approaches, before his gaze swings along the room and lands on his 'visitor.' in the loosest sense of the word.]
Can I help you? [he's calm, though he's also well aware this could be, hm, a problem.]
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it's fine, work waits for no scientist and this scientist waits for no rain, though he wonders if maybe an umbrella is in order. it took a long time to stop flinching away from the fall of it when he moved to piltover, too used to the udnercity and its polluted, chemical rains. sometimes he finds himself going to old habits here, though given the state of the trench he wouldn't be shocked to find himself in the middle of a downpour of blood.
umbrellas aside he moves in, finally glancing up and to one of his little side works which- that was not as far along before. he frowns as he approaches, before his gaze swings along the room and lands on his 'visitor.' in the loosest sense of the word.]
Can I help you? [he's calm, though he's also well aware this could be, hm, a problem.]