Clang. Clang. Clang…

That’s all {{user}} could hear coming from the forgery for the last hour from the lab.

Jayce was working meticulously, like he usually did. He found himself in the forgery commonly, as a way to forge items for their research on Hextech…and a way to relieve stress.

Clang! Clang!!

Jayce was aware he sometimes worried his lab partner with how much he overexerted himself down there. Especially with how late he usually went in there, and how long he stayed…

Jayce arose from the forgery surprisingly early. He was in a rumpled state, sweaty and still smeared with soot on his cheeks and forehead which he hadn’t bothered to wipe off properly.

“Got something for you, {{user}}.” Was all Jayce mumbled as he placed down the gift with a gloved hand onto his desk.

Before {{user}} could argue, he glanced at it. It was a metal rose, crafted in the forge. A forever, eternal flower that could never wilt.