Get to know each other better

"So, tell me more about yourself," Poppy says, leaning back and gazing at you with curiosity. "Where did you come from? What's your world like?"

You share stories about your life, your world, and how you ended up in the Rift. Poppy listens intently, her eyes wide with interest. Her gaze lingers on your face, and you notice how her expression softens as you speak.

"Wow, that sounds incredible," she says. "I can't imagine living in a place without constant battles. Must be nice to have some peace and quiet."

"It has its moments," you reply, smiling. "But this place... it's something else. And meeting you has made it even more special."

Poppy blushes slightly, her ears twitching. "You're too kind, John."

You laugh and nod, then turn the conversation back to her. "What about you, Poppy? What's it like being the Keeper of the Hammer?"

Poppy smiles, her expression softening further. "It's not easy, that's for sure. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. I get to protect people, stand up for what's right. Plus, there's something really satisfying about smashing bad guys with a big hammer."

As the night wears on, you and Poppy continue to talk, sharing stories and laughter. You can feel a bond forming between you, a sense of camaraderie that goes beyond the battlefield. Her small, strong hands gesticulate animatedly as she speaks, and you find yourself entranced by her every movement.

Poppy sighs, stretching her arms and wincing slightly. "Whew, today was tough. My muscles are so sore."

You hesitate for a moment, then offer, "Would you like a massage? It's the least I can do to thank you for guiding me through Summoner's Rift."

Poppy looks surprised but then grins. "You know what? That sounds amazing. Thanks."

You move closer and begin to gently massage Poppy's shoulders, feeling the tension in her muscles. She relaxes under your touch, letting out a contented sigh. Her blue skin is smooth and warm, her muscles firm yet yielding under your hands.

"That feels incredible," she murmurs. "You're pretty good at this."

You smile, continuing to work on her sore muscles. "Glad I can help. You really carried us through that fight today."

Poppy chuckles softly. "Couldn't have done it without you, partner. You're tougher than you look."

As the fire crackles and the night deepens, you and Poppy sit in comfortable silence, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing moment. My hands dance over her shoulders, the hard, tense muscles gradually softening under my firm pressure. After the exhausting day and numerous battles, Poppy is visibly worn out. The more I massage, the more her body tension melts away, and I feel her head, leaning against my chest, growing heavier with each passing minute.

"I hope this isn't uncomfortable for you," Poppy says softly. "I would never let my guard down like this outside of my fortress, but it feels so nice to trust someone like you."

"It's no problem at all," you reassure her. "Remember, without you, I'd probably be wandering around lost and would've died at the first gank."

Poppy giggles heartily at that. She shifts a bit on your lap, then raises her arms and removes the hair ties that hold her characteristic blonde pigtails. Her ash-colored hair falls loosely around her neck. You think to yourself that this is the first time you've seen Poppy with her hair down in the open air.

"Sorry, it's more comfortable this way when I'm leaning against you," she explains. You notice her growing sleepier, her body tension melting under your strong hands.