" What, Like It's Hard? Such Dainty Little Fingers? " He Grabs Her Wrist, Inching Her Half Gloved Hands

" what, like it's hard? such dainty little fingers? " he grabs her wrist, inching her half gloved hands to his mouth. surely he jests...

"...i meant you're salty, and it would seem i was correct, secondhand theatre kid."

"Do you need anything..? Another blanket, perhaps?" The airport is silent for the most part- or at least other than Ezreal's sneezing and coughing, of course. Typically, nights like these where one musician finds the company in another are rare. At least for Jhin, anyways.

"I got an extra one in my bag. if you wanted." Another hesitant pause. "I don't know if it matters, but your eyes are pretty. Can I draw you sometime?"

“Ouuugghh…Being sick is the worst…!! Why do people gotta get sick, huh!? Totally unfair!!” He blows his nose and adds it to the pile of tissues that have already overflowed the plastic bag on the floor as he curls into his blanket.

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" Maybe. " He teases, wincing slightly in response to the flick of his nose with a shrivel of his features. " But a fly knows when to leave the delicacy alone. "

" what, like it's hard? such dainty little fingers? " he grabs her wrist, inching her half gloved hands to his mouth. surely he jests...

Fearing one such as he would be the wisest choice- Jhin knows it's better to be cautious than to be welcoming. He has always known this. However, the man known among the whispers of Ionia as the Golden Demon, wears his mask and thus, reveals all despite being covered in a garb of mask and hooded cloak.

"An enigma sounds more mysterious, does it not?" Jhin clicks his tongue, taps his fingertips to his pale white forehead in thought. A droplet of sweat rolls down in the summer of Ionia heat- even so, he tips his mask up, so that he reveals white teeth on an otherwise gaunt face.

"Curiosity is one way to put it, certainly. I mean no harm. I am simply... Existing, not alive, but not quite dead." A hesitant pause ensues.

"And you, my dearly beloved..? What is it you seek?"

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How long has it been, he wonders, since the wind stilled so silent he'd swear he could hear the echoes of his once-beating heart? Yet here. amidst roiling clouds and mountaintops, the wind stills. The birds still too and he'd swear he heard his breath, if only his lungs still breathed.

But his hand does not ache for the spirit-blade. There is no name upon the wind.

"How curious. Do you hide yourself because you fear me, or because you wish to remain an engima?"