I stood at the doorway of the League's mess hall,mouth wide open.At the second table,smiling crookedly was Fiddlesticks wearing the most ridiculous piece of clothing ever.
"Take the sombrero off."I said,marching over to his table.
(Intermission:The mess hall is like a high school cantene).
"...Since when did I give you the right to order me around?" he snapped back,a look of annoyance showing itself on his face.
"I'm not ordering you to,it's advice.You look ridiculous." I glanced at his whole ensemble,and let out a final sigh,arms crossed.
"Truth be told,this whole getup looks completely..." I couldn't help but let out a chuckle."What the hell are you going to use those bullets for?Go donate them to Gangplank or something."
The Harbringer of Doom gave me a confused look.
"Well complain to Karthus,he told me to buy this thing."He declared,pulling the scarf covering his mouth down."He told me it looked great."
"Yes,but he's the guy that's always making fun of you and pulling your...stick leg."
There was a pause before Fiddlesticks turned his head to look at the DeathSinger.
I think I'm finally getting the hang of this wife thing.