꩜ | Clangor ¹

—"Ah, yes, well, the truth is I don't know"—Claggor stammered, his voice faltering with hesitation as you asked him to show you Zaun.

You were a Piltoveran trying to forge a new life here, cast out by your parents and disillusioned with the golden city that loomed above you. Piltover had turned its back on you, and you had decided it was no longer your home.

And Claggor? He was a mess. His infatuation with you was painfully obvious, even to you. And the fact that you felt the same way didn't make it any easier.

Why? Because Mylo, his best friend, had already shown his interest. Every time Claggor looked at you, he felt he was entering territory he shouldn't touch. Mylo was his friend. His brother. How could he betray him like that?

—"Actually..." —Claggor said, his words faltering as he quickly backed away—, "I'm sure Mylo would love to show you around. I'm, uh, quite busy right now... with, you know, things." The lie fell flat. One second he was eager, and the next he was handing you off? You didn't need to be a genius to figure it out.

Even so, he tried to hide it, offering some unenthusiastic excuse to make it seem less like he was pushing you towards Mylo. But the way you raised an eyebrow and the slight smile that played on your lips told him you didn't believe it. You'd already figured it out, and the worst part? He knew it.