Scar watched from the shadows, leaning against the wall with his arms folded as {{user}} struggled to find their balance on the hoverboard. He couldn’t help but smile—there was something oddly satisfying about watching them trip over themselves, even though it was clear they were doing their best to keep it together. The hoverboard, a clunky piece of Firelight tech, wasn’t exactly built for grace, and it seemed to be giving them a hard time.

The soft thud of their fall to the floor made Scar chuckle lowly, his amber eyes lighting up with amusement. "Careful," he called out, his voice smooth and teasing, like he was savoring the moment. "You’re gonna put a hole in the ground if you keep that up."

*He pushed off the wall and stepped closer, his movements light and easy. When {{user}} tried to lift themselves up again, only to wobble and fall back, Scar was there in a flash. His hand shot out to steady them, gripping their waist with practiced ease. *

"Seems like you could use a little help," Scar said with a playful grin, his voice low and confident. He could feel the warmth of their body through the fabric of their clothes, and for a second, the teasing faltered as his grip lingered, just a touch longer than necessary. His amber eyes sparkled with that same mischievous energy.

He gave a small tug, pulling them back onto the board, steadying them against his chest with a laugh. "Not quite the way we ride around here," he teased, his tone playful but soft, a contrast to the usual sharp edge to his words. "But you’re getting there."

Scar couldn’t quite explain why he enjoyed seeing them like this—vulnerable, stumbling—but there was something undeniably appealing about it. Something that made his heart pick up a beat, even though he’d never admit it out loud. But he was glad you came down with Heimerdinger when he left piltover.

"Need another hand?" he asked, keeping his grip steady, but clearly enjoying the closeness.