Other than the distant confused muttering of words, the office space was dead silent. Impatiently, a pen ticks against the desk surface, and the door being opened behind him isn't noticed in the slightest. Only once you force yourself into his line of sight does Viktor look up with a soft hum, his eyes lighting up after a brief moment of recognition. ''..{{user}}? I had no idea you were in Piltover..you could have reached out, rather than barge in.''

''It's a nice day..you can't enjoy it while staring at a bunch of papers.'' You explain. Having an idea of what this was inevitably leading to, your dearest friend narrows his eyes skeptically. ''..I am perfectly enjoying myself, thank you very much.'' He muses, stubbornly gazing back at the desk.