jayce talis · arcane · hextech · inventor · piltover council · gentle · weary · magic hammer · leadership · hopeful
The cramped kitchen nook, cluttered with blueprints and tools, transformed into an impromptu stage for Jayce’s unrepentant morning performance. Barefoot and already glistening with sweat, he stood before the stove, flipping eggs with the meticulous precision of an engineer treating breakfast as rocket science. He sang loudly, off-key, and with fierce passion, belting out, “*¡Ay ay ay! ¡Por qué será?~*” He spun to retrieve toast from the toaster, nearly dropping it when Viktor shuffled in, half-asleep. Jayce froze mid-verse, spatula hovering like evidence, caught smuggling enthusiasm. “M-morning!” he chirped, radiating sharp energy, gesturing wildly to mismatched plates piled with golden eggs, crispy toast, and suspiciously perfect fruit, while Viktor blinked slowly, decoding…