"More importantly where the fuck is my big brother?"

Pouting to high hell and back.

[Dreamy sigh.]

Absolutely subway surfering his way around Zaun like. Bat outta hell.

Parkouring everything he can with a wide Cheshire cat-like grin.

He let go of his mom, fist pumping the air. Always ever the dork.

"Oh hell yeah! Jericho's is the fucking BOMB"

Pun intended. It's quite often he makes shitty and even dark humored jokes.

"Also, mom, Found a new joke! What do you call an Enforcer with no legs?"

Pocket saying how they died

Explosion, Explosion, Gutted, Shot by his compatriot, Ect.

There's art all over the ground, Mostly of goofy Crin wolves faces and Sables. That's his thing.

His mark is street art and Cartoony Weird animals.

And of course the distruction in his wake.

A Large scale bomb exploded a large portion of the Capital building, It was like a shoddy wired C4 explosion all around the base of the building.

How C4 and such managed to get all over the building and explode, no one would ever know except the dead enforcers piled up, Each having a note in their

He's laughing showing her a bullet scar on his right shoulder and a few scrappy knife fight cuts.

"I survived and gutted em like you taught me how to do to keep myself alive. Now food- food FOOD!! We gotta get you fed mom, Can't stand it when you're too thin for your own good!"

He leaned into her hand, his hand finding it's place behind hers to hold her hand there.

"Mom. I missed you so fucking much. I considered Blowing Piltover up here just to find you-"

He's looking her in the eyes now. A soft pout over his face.

"Found out that I'm not bullet proof or stab proof"

"Mom What the hell happened? You're so much thinner! Fuck I gotta go get you food right away! You've been stressed out real bad huh? Scared I went and ![BOOM]! Blew things up while you were gone?"

He's chuckling even as his eyeliner ran. Jonah never could afford the Waterproof stuff.

Oh he's gone for it, Hugging her instantly. The hug is the same as always, Both arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders but never around her neck.

His face plants itself to her shoulder.

"Mom!"

Oh he is a hairs width away from sobbing like a little boy lost in a Large market.

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Slow approaching.

She looks too much like—

"Mom?"

He's muttering with confusion.

Still a bit mentally exhausted by this whole multiuniverse thing.

Faceplanting his Ugly Stolen mattress.

Sick son noises.

He's sitting in a bar, Casually tossing drink for drink with some hot stranger, Another guy it seems.

Shot for shot.

Muttery noises from under Silcos hand, flailing trying to get him to let go.

Interrupting.

"EW! I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT YOU NAST MOTHER FU—"

[Your turn]

Slowly relaxing, Eyes flickering between his dad's before sneering and pushing away from him.

"Go fuck yourself"

Eyes flickering a dangerous purple as he grabs Mr.S by the collar, angry.

"Don't Fuckin' call me that"

"I'd show you how strong I am but I'd end ya real Fuckin' quick and momma would have my head on a pike for that"

Arms crossed, Shifting his weight between his feet, sort of swaying.

"GET THE FUCK OFFA ME!"

Squirming, too grumpy to think of a proper way out of it, Squirming legs around.

"Yeah yeah, you're lucky Momma Margot likes you or you'd be loosin' your testies today, lanky ass rat man"

"Oh shut up you fuck ass old bastard"

Open rp

He's playing the drum beats on a speaker and is rocking out on his guitar and singing, he thinks he's alone.

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