Blitzcrank sat in the middle of the empty hangar bay, whenever Piltover was at peace, he would stay inside, being upgraded or fine-tuned; anything that would allow the eight foot tall metallic golem any semblance of business. Though there were certain directives Blitzcrank was able to fulfill, one of which would cause the Golem's giant fingers to scrape against the metal indent of his copper skull.

"WELL. NOW. THIS IS. A SURPRISE."

The mechanical clicks in whirrs began to gyrate, ticking perfectly in motion as the mismatched eyes began to zoom in and out of the figure. Steam hissed as it escaped the gaps and edges of the elder gold clad golem, as if whispering towards the boy that had just stepped through the threshold of the Piltovian hangar bay. Heimerdinger's work space was always inhabited by a very select few that the boy didn't mind too terribly, though never had he expected to come here for the purpose with which he resigned himself to. Exasperated and confused, there was only one other person with whom he could discuss such plague thoughts. Suffice to say he couldn't even trust a person with this matter if he had to come to Blitzcrank.

"HOW. MAY. I SERVE. EZREAL?"

The voice boomed, lifeless and dull, the final guillotine that would cut through the Prodigal Explorer's being. Yes, what exactly was he here for? Finally he stepped forward, an all too furrowed brow, hands pocketed deep slouching as he entered. The blonde's hair flipped back behind him then jutted forward, as if watching for any sign of movement, any presence that would betray his presence. He looked up at the golem, defiant as he inhaled.

"Look Blitz, I need this like, real freakin' private. You do that right? I mean, all your clients they get that confidentiality crap, right…?"

The Golem would only look down, His head mechanically locked in place, several clicks, as if a gear were clanking onto its brake. As the final clank resonated throughout the metal behemoth, a powerful and sharp pweee of steam spilled out as if it were a mocking tone. Ezreal's mouth began to wobble from a straight line upon his face to a crinkled frown. His eyebrow began to twitch terribly as he exhaled, even he had no idea why he was here, it shouldn't be too hard, right? He began to grimace, his foot dragging across the granite floor beneath him, he had every intention of sending that same foot plowing into the robot's shin but he was smarter than that.

"Well?! Can y-"

"OF. COURSE. I CAN. CLIENT CONFIDENTIALITY. IS OF. EXTREME. IMPORTANCE. TO MY. DATING SER-"

" Alright first off! Don't finish that! Second off…!"

Ezreal's left hand, gloved by the mystic gauntlet, began to point warningly at the other, its light shining a dangerous hue of azure. His eyes glowed in the light as he noticed the pale blue wash over the golem, exhaling once more and bringing his hands to his face he huffed, sighing as he dragged them down pulling the skin as he allowed his hands to drop to his sides. Cursing himself in muttered breaths all the while.

With his composure regained, he began to speak once more, in a calmer and hushed tone;

"-second off... How much is it gonna cost…?"

"NO. CHARGE."

"What?"

"I AM A GOLEM. WHY. WOULD I. HAVE NEED. FOR. CURRENCY."

"Well, I guess…"

Ezreal rubbed his chin as he let out breath. It was kind of silly for him to think of paying the other. But he couldn't very much help it; he always considered Blitzcrank as a person.

"WHO. IS THE SUBJECT."

"Wha-"

"THE SPECIMEN. WHO IS IT."

"Well…! I… Hold on lemme collect myse-"

"IS IT TARIC."

"What the hell?! No! Are you freakin' kiddin' me?! I-"

"THEN. WHO."

"Just gimme a second! Alright?! Damn!"

The Explorer raised his hands in the air in exasperated surrender, slapping them back down to his thighs as he groaned. He was neither mentally nor physically prepared for this, he didn't have a wink of sleep thinking about it as he lay in his bed. Slowly he slumped to the ground, elbows to knees as he squatted in front of the golem. With a shrug and a sigh he looked back up into the mechanical eyes that had not left him since their meeting.

Resigned and tired he told him;

"Lux. Luxanna Crownguard."

"OH."

The golem would turn to face away, again scratching at his dented cranium. A final press of steam escaped the pipes from his back.

"I WAS CERTAIN THIS WAS MEANT FOR TARIC."