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"Holy shit, is that a gun?" Sevika marvelled upon strolling into The Last Drop and seeing The Most Annoying Kid Ever In Runeterra working on some fancy techy invention at the bar.
"It's not a gun." He bristled, rolling his eyes at her as if she were somehow being narrow-minded in her way of thinking.
"Well, it sure as hell fucking looks like one." She scoffed, throwing herself down in her usual seat and leaning over to get a closer look at the thing. Viktor leaned away every so slightly.
"Well, maybe it technically is a gun, but it's not a weapon. It's so I can play fetch with Rio." He explained.
It took her a moment to put the name to a face but eventually she recalled. "Ah, your weird fucking lizard pet. Right. So what does the gun do?"
"She's not weird, she's beautiful." The boy frowned, always caught up in the dumbest part of her words. "And I'll show you."
He aimed the gun at an empty point on the wall and fired. A little rubber ball flew out and hit the wall with a slight bounce before dropping to the floor. Then, once he pulled the second trigger of the gun, the ball, connected to a small wire she'd just now noticed, was slowly dragged back towards the gun before fitting neatly back into the barrel.
"Huh. That's really pointless." She stated, dropping her attention now that she knew it wasn't an actual weapon she could potentially use.
"No, it's not. You just can't think about anything other than violence." He argued with a harsh glare.
"First off, why would anyone want to play fetch with a weird, oversized pink lizard? Secondly, just throw the ball and go get it. Why do you need a gun that really slowly pulls it back."
He gave her a deadpan look. Then looked at his leg. Then looked back at her.
"Oh yeah." She remembered. Okay, maybe it would be kind of useful to have a cool gun thingy to toss and retrieve a ball with but it still didn't seem all that effective. "I'm pretty sure you still walk faster than the time it takes for the gun to pull the ball back though."
"That's what I'm trying to fix." He sighed, opening up a compartment in the gun and returning to messing with different parts, "It's supposed to snap back into place in seconds. Once it's finished it won't be pointless and people will finally stop saying that."
"Geez, I was just joking around." She said, holding her hands up in surrender with widened eyes in faked alarm.
"It's not just you, it's— I want to make things that help, but all anyone down here can seem to value are weapons!" He exclaimed, slamming his hands down in frustration. She'd never seen him so riled up over something.
"It was just a joke," She reiterated, feeling a bit awkward now, "If you want to play fetch with weird lizards then you do you, I guess."
"It's my father." He said rather abruptly, "He thinks everything I do is stupid because it isn't violence but he doesn't understand that he could achieve the same goal by helping instead of hurting! But now, he just wants a reason to fight so why would he care."
Sevika could confidently say that sympathising was not her thing. Emotions in general weren't her thing either. Shed much rather punch hers out rather than talk them out like some often did. But she could personally understand the frustrations of having a father.
"My dad's kinda shit too. We don't get along either." She said, grabbing some alcohol from over the bar. "He doesn't like that I go out and pick fights, he'd rather I be more 'ladylike' and focus on appearances. Bet he'd love a kid like you who didn't cause so much trouble."
"I think my father would rather have a child like you instead." Viktor agreed, "Someone who wanted to and could actually fight alongside him. Once he told me to my face that he had considered drowning me in the river when he found out I would never be able to walk properly. He'd rather a dead son than a crippled one."
"That's shit. If you can't contribute physically at least you've got something going for you up there," She said, knocking the side of his head with her fist, "Kinda stupid to throw all of that away just cause you're not physically strong."
He shrugged, resting his head against his cross arms. "He doesn't care about my inventions. Sometimes I wonder if he'd care more if I made him weapons but even then, it would only be the weapons he'd care for."
"Dad's suck." Sevika huffed, picking up the little gun to fiddle with. "But do you know who sucks even more?"
Viktor looked up briefly to frown at her, obviously confused. Sevika smirked.
"Hey Silco!" She yelled.
The sounds of sluggish footsteps followed before the man emerged in the doorway with a dramatic sigh, "What is it now?"
"Think fast!" Sevika shouted.
Silco did not in fact think fast and was promptly smacked in the face with a little rubbed ball.
"Ow! What was that for?!" He exclaimed, cradling his eye where the ball had whacked him.
"Oh, we were just testing to make sure Viktor's invention worked. Thanks for the help." She replied with a shit-eating grin.
"I hate kids." He groaned, muttering to himself as he disappeared again before anything else could be shot at him.
Sevika turned to the boy beside her to see him actually laughing at her stunt, only barely covering it up so as to not get a row from Silco. A smile suited him much better than a frown, she decided.
"I think that is the only exception for using a weapon." He decided, still barely containing his laughter.
Good to know that shooting Silco in the face was a good way to get an easy laugh.