[private text to (big) Loki]

[animator]

So.

New Year's Eve.

Congratulations, you're a "winner."

Comments

[animator]

Good. Then anything else you might see fit to do, I'd like to think I can handle.

Besides. I felt like there was something missing from other people's stories about you. Kind of in a glaring way.

I'd rather hear your side of things someday.

[you_have_heart]

Perhaps on our date?

[animator]

In fact, that would be the perfect time.

[you_have_heart]

I would prefer to when our chaperon is not within ear shot.

[animator]

I was thinking the same. Your business is just that. Yours. Eavesdropping will be discouraged.

[you_have_heart]

Wonderful. What time shall we meet?

[animator]

Eight P.M. on Monday night? Meet me at my apartment, South 305. We'll head over to the restaurant together. A girl shouldn't out at night without an escort.

Well. Most girls. But I can play doting and doe-eyed for the night, I think. It might even be fun.

[you_have_heart]

And will no doubt infuriate Sirius even more.

I will see you then.

[animator]

See you then, 'sweetheart.' Don't be late.