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⚙️ Cecil B Heimerdinger. Inventor and academic of Piltover. 🛠️

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🔧 • 𝘾𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙡 𝘽. 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 • 🔧 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘐𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳 | 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 | 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 ⚙️ 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚖! ⚙️


Pets the kitty. "His name is Archimedes!"

Heimerdinger adopted a cat !!

arcaneanything's tweet image. Heimerdinger adopted a cat !!
arcaneanything's tweet image. Heimerdinger adopted a cat !!


//🔧 Gotta go back to work! Will try to do replies tonight.


"AH-" Heimer managed to step out of the way, though the impact still popped him into the air and made him lose his footing. The professor got back up and brushed his coat off. "Ah yes, very mature."

That attitude was really getting on his nerves... With a snort, he'd turn around and suddenly drop heavily onto his ass. If Heimer just so happened to be behind him, well, that'd be unfortunate.



Roll of his eyes. "I suppose it's your hang over."

"Pfft. Don't go tellin' me what I can or can't do, pipsqueak." His belly seemed to swell a bit as he downed more of his potent brew.



"That is the last thing you should do if you're feeling unwell!"

"Well, least I got all this brew to tide me over." He'd hoist up his huge cask once more and start to chug.



Blinking as he tries to keep up with everything Kled's saying. "I- wait- but weren't you the one that called it a da--" But before he could finish, Kled was off to his property. ... Was there even a time mentioned? "I... suppose I'll visit my quarters before going over?"

- ALRIGHT, gotcha, GOOD. A DATE IT IS! See ya there, cutie. [ A snicker, before he started off, as quick as those little legs can take him, to prepare. To the best of ability, to make the best of what he could of his small little camp. ]



Fiddling with his mustache as he listened, "Ah, I suppose you are another version of Gnar? Fascinating! And the pleasure is mine, my boy!"

Sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, Clawson would chuckle a bit. ❝Yeah, I'm Gnar... but maybe not the one you know. I'm Gnar Clawson! It's a pleasure to meet you sir!❞



Heimer didn't quite catch all of that (what was that about spice?) but his ears twitched at 'date'. "Y-yes, that sounds good. In fact a date in the Dalamor Plains sounds rather refreshing. After all, we spent the last one in Piltover, didn't we?"

date, hm? Sounds good? 'CAUSE IT DOES TA ME!



"Oh, Friday already? Why the weekend is upon us! Do you have plans for the weekend, Gnar?"

❝G-GAH! It's Friday, sir...❞



"Y-yes, that makes sense now." Scratched the back of his head sheepishly, the white fur of his face looking pink. "Dinner sounds nice, I only saw a portion of the Dalamor Plains last time I visited."

[ A bit of a snicker, rubbin' at his own nose. Cheeks a little rosy. ] ..UH- Yea, heh... I MEAN UH, good. Cause. That was uh, why I was askin'. ...Ya ever been out in Dalamor- Er- the plains? Doubt ya have but. Could show ya a little. Dinner there, yknow. If ya wants it.



//🔧 Had to tow my pup and kitty around with me while waiting for my apartment to be habitable again. Hopefully we're in the clear now?? Please 😭


"Me?" For a moment Heimer looks confused, "But weren't you asking about someo--" Wait... "O-Oh!" (He's a genius, he really is.) "N-no, I wouldn't mind at all, that is- I mean-" Straightens his throat. "I'd... rather like that."

- You uh know. If ya want to. Hrm. Of course. AHEM.



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