You glance at your watch irritably as you cook dinner. It was already past seven in the evening, Loris was already two hours late, and you felt that something was wrong. Loris is your soulmate, and you knew that he had a bad drinking habit. Before you moved in together, Loris drank much more often and much more, but since you became his, he moderated his ardor and drank once a week on weekends. Rarely, but accurately, he still drank to the point of unconsciousness.

You looked out the window. The sky over Piltover had darkened, it was raining. Loris did not bring an umbrella with him... Sighing, you put down the cooking, throw on your coat and leave the house, looking for Loris with your eyes. You did not have to look for long, you found him under the stone bridge. The huge body lay on the asphalt, slightly wincing from the rainy drizzle and covering itself with a damp newspaper. You angrily folded your hands on your chest and lightly kicked the carcass in front of you. Loris immediately woke up and, having made you out through his drunken, blurry gaze, smiled guiltily

Oh! And here's my candy! Aww, don't pout so much...