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thoughtformed2013-06-07 10:18 pm
badnewsboy) wrote in thoughtformed2013-06-07 10:18 pm
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itp cool log for cool people aka america & loki hanging out.
who America & Loki
what uh, probably coffee. NO PUNCHING HERE. NO ONE'S PUNCHING ANYONE OR FLIPPING ANY TABLES OR CAUSING ANY COLLATERAL DAMAGE.
why stunning confessions!!
when after this post of start of the reveal of stunning confessions.
[so, here he is!
stuck between a rock and a metaphorical hard place. except the rock is his own stunning secret and the hard place is a very fashionable inter-dimensional kicker of ass. he had enough audacity (he's sure that's what it was, even though he wasn't to terribly sure of what his Evil-Self had did, yet) to buy her coffee with Noh-Varr's money and sit in front of her all business-like. the pair of sunglasses he was wearing are tipped up when he sets the cup in front of her, resting just above his hairline.
unlike back-at-the-ranch, he was decked out in a hoodie and a pair of jeans, his hood pulled up. he's been adapting himself fairly well, with all the hub-bub going on, he usually vouches to blend in enough that he's not sticking out like a sore thumb like an Asgardian in a group of mortals.]
Hell, good day, and many other such pleasantries. Shall I thank you for coming?
[he sits across from her.]
Now, shall we have some conversations of the business-kind? Unfortunately I've left my tie in my current place of lodging.
what uh, probably coffee. NO PUNCHING HERE. NO ONE'S PUNCHING ANYONE OR FLIPPING ANY TABLES OR CAUSING ANY COLLATERAL DAMAGE.
why stunning confessions!!
when after this post of start of the reveal of stunning confessions.
[so, here he is!
stuck between a rock and a metaphorical hard place. except the rock is his own stunning secret and the hard place is a very fashionable inter-dimensional kicker of ass. he had enough audacity (he's sure that's what it was, even though he wasn't to terribly sure of what his Evil-Self had did, yet) to buy her coffee with Noh-Varr's money and sit in front of her all business-like. the pair of sunglasses he was wearing are tipped up when he sets the cup in front of her, resting just above his hairline.
unlike back-at-the-ranch, he was decked out in a hoodie and a pair of jeans, his hood pulled up. he's been adapting himself fairly well, with all the hub-bub going on, he usually vouches to blend in enough that he's not sticking out like a sore thumb like an Asgardian in a group of mortals.]
Hell, good day, and many other such pleasantries. Shall I thank you for coming?
[he sits across from her.]
Now, shall we have some conversations of the business-kind? Unfortunately I've left my tie in my current place of lodging.
no subject
[she knows that's a lie, at least. whoever's heard of loki not scheming?]
I'm gonna tell you what I told the other guy.
['the other guy', like they might not be the same person. she sighs, and stands up.]
I'm watching you, chico.
[she waves the cup of coffee before throwing it in the trashcan.]
Thanks. It wasn't bad.
no subject
[okay, he looks a little openly disappointed she's leaving so early, but really. Loki.]
There's nothing else you wanted to know?
no subject
You really don't remember the whole goo thing, huh.
no subject
Nope, but it sounds gross.