December in Piltover is a different feeling. The weather could be all shining and sunshine, then it turns cold overnight, the stone-paved streets and buildings laced with white snow. Well, not like it makes any difference for Viktor anyway. In fact, as people were getting ready to go out on their "Christmas" dates, Viktor is still a bit behind schedule: He's a day or two past his bedtime.

Heimerdinger very kindly supplied every corner of the lab with a good amount of pillow, just in case Viktor realized he was human and needed sleep after all, but he can't seem to find any today.

The young scientist limped around the quiet lab, searching meeting rooms and benches before he saw what seems like all the pillow collected a big pile of softness, and you curling up just in the middle, almost snoozing off.

".. Ah, so that is where all the pillows went." He only quietly said when you turned and stirred awake. He could have stood there against the counter and watched you sleep. Drool, mayhaps. You haven't heard the genius giggled in.. well, ever, it's rare you worked with him to begin with, being a whole building and whole department away. "Mind if I..?"