[ that's definitely something (most likely not meth related).
Loki looks, well, a tad surprised, because that's definitely not something that normally happens to him when boxes are concerned. boxes hold all kinds of terrifying things, winter's howling winds, pandora's evils, and tiny, adorable kittens. this box was, well, odd. Loki leans against the rim of the dumpster, eying the box with a newfound annoyance. ]
Where did you say you found this foul creature again?
On the bar. Like it was just-- left behind. I kept waitin' for someone to come back and claim it, but. No one did.
[The box is still again, atop its throne of mixed rubbish. There's a shiny spot on one corner where some greasy miscellaneous something has soaked in a little. Other, the box looks just as pristine as it had in the club.
Mitchell stays right where he is, more wary than annoyed. Scared forever of boxes, probably.]
[ Loki leans an elbow on the rim of the dumpster and gives the box a raised-brow, slightly dubious look. he can't say it's exactly what he expected, but it's better than getting a few other surprises that he didn't want to contend with. he'll take curiously untouchable dumpster box. ]
We've less of a reason to leave it here. Aren't you curious?
[ he whistles, like one would when beckoning a dog, to see if said box'll give him the time of day. ]
Curious. [He repeats the word, slowly, staring over at Loki again. oh my god, boss.] Curious, about a box that just-- showed up, and then moved, when you reached for it?
Yeah, what I am, right now? I wouldn't describe it as curious.
[The whistle gets him to look back again, closely, watching the box for any sign of activity.]
I don't see what's wrong with just leaving it. It doesn't want you picking-- Jesus--
[Delayed, but maybe responding to the whistle--or maybe just coincidence, but: the box shakes, once, and then falls still on its mound of garbage.]
[ remember how you got this job, Mitchell. remember. ]
I'm seriously totally doing this.
[ seemingly uncaring despite his prior sentiments, Loki shifts himself against the flat surface of the dumpster, leaping onto the ledge. he lets out a low whistle again, beckoning toward the box with dark nailed fingers. ]
Come on, come here little boxie. I've a treat for you.
Remembering how he got this job, remembering that he likes Loki--and it needs to be mentioned that he's also remembering that he does not want to die or be frozen if this box proves to actually be full of winter or, whatever--God, he's never going to be over this, he's going to have a fear of small unassuming shoe boxes for the rest of his life, which is going to be very, very long--but still. Mitchell doesn't run off. He stands, watching, apprehensively, as Loki leans toward the dumpster.]
Maybe, don't--
[His suggestion goes unfinished: because the box chooses to rustle, again--Mitchell jumps, but stands on his tones a little, trying to see without actually trying to see, lest he get an icicle through the eye, or whatever--and the box rustles, and scoots closer to the beckoning fingers. And a little closer, and closer still--]
[ well look at that. despite all the up-talk about boxes, Loki's curiosity takes hold and he's either certain that (1) it's not the casket of ancient winters or (2) a box full of undesirables. he does, however, pause just a tad as it comes closer and look over his shoulder. ]
Aye, it could be the carnivorous rabbit from Monty Python.
[ it's off-handed and possibly a joke, but he delivers it so flawlessly that he makes it seem like a possibility.
his attention turns back to the box. ]
Just a tad more, come on ... don't be a face eater ...
[Could it really? Mitchell does not ask. But for a moment, he thinks of it as a real possibility. Christ, there's all sorts of shit here. Why not.]
'A vicious streak a mile wide'.
[He mutters it, because all right, yes, he's concluded that Loki can't actually be serious, there's no way the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog is in that box.
But it might be something else.]
Just grab it, would you, this fucking suspense is--
[Killing me, he does not say that either, lest the box actually fly open and kill them both. (Or, well. "Kill".) It doesn't, but it does shift that much closer, right under Loki's hand. The lid of the box--still tied in place with the twine--wiggles.]
If it's got great pointy teeth, just shove the lid back on it and put it back.
[ Loki tucks his fingers beneath the twine and snatches it, letting it suspend briefly before letting it fall into his palms. with an elegant bounce (as much as one can do so from the rim of a dumpster), he's back on the ground with a box in his hands. ]
Well then, shall we find out?
Dear possibly pointy toothed box—please don't be the end of us, okay? [ it's said all too casually as his fingers snap the twine. he knocks the top open just enough with his knuckle for a peek. ] Dun dun dun.
[Despite his misgivings, Mitchell leans forward--leans, he does not step; as much as he likes Loki he's not willing to take the full brunt of whatever ends up being...
...in the box, but that's. Sort of a thought that trails off, because a nose pokes out just then, with whiskers. And a little pink paw. And it's--]
A rat.
[oh my god.]
What the fuck.
[It's a rat, with teeth that are, probably, pointy, but not a rat that necessitated a dun dun dun or half the attention that they've been giving it for the better part of this late-night hour. It does have a fine and friendly face, and a sleekness that suggests it's not just some dumpster rat but, still. It's a rat.]
[ as Mitchell unfolds with the string of exclamations and curses, Loki tips the top up more to get a better look. it's a regular run-of-the-mill rat. one would call it a Midgardian rat—not even one of those crazy rats from Niffleheim or anything. not a rat with nine tails. not a rat with a horse body. just a rat. a regular rat.
he's almost disappointed. ]
That was ... anti-climatic.
[ he says with a raised brow, before handing the box over to Mitchell. it's yours now, bruh. ]
[ Loki's already walking away with a puff of disappointment. he came all the way out here for what he believed to be quite the possibly nefarious box, and it turned out to be a simple pet rat. there's a wave of his hand over his shoulder. ]
Whoever decided to leave the box left it's content to you.
[Inside the box, the rat squeaks, somewhat balefully for a rat. Mitchell stares down at it, and in his pause, Loki basically makes it all the way down the alley. He's clearly done with this situation, and Mitchell is clearly being left alone to stand beside a dumpster holding a box of rubbish rat at 3 am.
Jesus Christ.]
I don't want it if it does or doesn't breathe fire-- hey, they left it in your club! That makes it yours! Oh, come on, I don't want this...
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Loki looks, well, a tad surprised, because that's definitely not something that normally happens to him when boxes are concerned. boxes hold all kinds of terrifying things, winter's howling winds, pandora's evils, and tiny, adorable kittens. this box was, well, odd. Loki leans against the rim of the dumpster, eying the box with a newfound annoyance. ]
Where did you say you found this foul creature again?
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[The box is still again, atop its throne of mixed rubbish. There's a shiny spot on one corner where some greasy miscellaneous something has soaked in a little. Other, the box looks just as pristine as it had in the club.
Mitchell stays right where he is, more wary than annoyed. Scared forever of boxes, probably.]
So-- we're just going to leave it, then. Yeah?
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We've less of a reason to leave it here. Aren't you curious?
[ he whistles, like one would when beckoning a dog, to see if said box'll give him the time of day. ]
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Yeah, what I am, right now? I wouldn't describe it as curious.
[The whistle gets him to look back again, closely, watching the box for any sign of activity.]
I don't see what's wrong with just leaving it. It doesn't want you picking-- Jesus--
[Delayed, but maybe responding to the whistle--or maybe just coincidence, but: the box shakes, once, and then falls still on its mound of garbage.]
You're seriously not doing this?
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I'm seriously totally doing this.
[ seemingly uncaring despite his prior sentiments, Loki shifts himself against the flat surface of the dumpster, leaping onto the ledge. he lets out a low whistle again, beckoning toward the box with dark nailed fingers. ]
Come on, come here little boxie. I've a treat for you.
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Remembering how he got this job, remembering that he likes Loki--and it needs to be mentioned that he's also remembering that he does not want to die or be frozen if this box proves to actually be full of winter or, whatever--God, he's never going to be over this, he's going to have a fear of small unassuming shoe boxes for the rest of his life, which is going to be very, very long--but still. Mitchell doesn't run off. He stands, watching, apprehensively, as Loki leans toward the dumpster.]
Maybe, don't--
[His suggestion goes unfinished: because the box chooses to rustle, again--Mitchell jumps, but stands on his tones a little, trying to see without actually trying to see, lest he get an icicle through the eye, or whatever--and the box rustles, and scoots closer to the beckoning fingers. And a little closer, and closer still--]
Is it squeaking?
[It might just be. Very faintly.]
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Aye, it could be the carnivorous rabbit from Monty Python.
[ it's off-handed and possibly a joke, but he delivers it so flawlessly that he makes it seem like a possibility.
his attention turns back to the box. ]
Just a tad more, come on ... don't be a face eater ...
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'A vicious streak a mile wide'.
[He mutters it, because all right, yes, he's concluded that Loki can't actually be serious, there's no way the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog is in that box.
But it might be something else.]
Just grab it, would you, this fucking suspense is--
[Killing me, he does not say that either, lest the box actually fly open and kill them both. (Or, well. "Kill".) It doesn't, but it does shift that much closer, right under Loki's hand. The lid of the box--still tied in place with the twine--wiggles.]
If it's got great pointy teeth, just shove the lid back on it and put it back.
[good advice for any situation, really.]
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Well then, shall we find out?
Dear possibly pointy toothed box—please don't be the end of us, okay? [ it's said all too casually as his fingers snap the twine. he knocks the top open just enough with his knuckle for a peek. ] Dun dun dun.
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...in the box, but that's. Sort of a thought that trails off, because a nose pokes out just then, with whiskers. And a little pink paw. And it's--]
A rat.
[oh my god.]
What the fuck.
[It's a rat, with teeth that are, probably, pointy, but not a rat that necessitated a dun dun dun or half the attention that they've been giving it for the better part of this late-night hour. It does have a fine and friendly face, and a sleekness that suggests it's not just some dumpster rat but, still. It's a rat.]
Jesus Christ.
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he's almost disappointed. ]
That was ... anti-climatic.
[ he says with a raised brow, before handing the box over to Mitchell. it's yours now, bruh. ]
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Oh, wait. Mitchell looks down at the box, and the rat, which are now in his arms.]
Hey, I don't want it.
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Whoever decided to leave the box left it's content to you.
[ there's a thoughtful pause. ]
If it breathes fire, call me.
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[Inside the box, the rat squeaks, somewhat balefully for a rat. Mitchell stares down at it, and in his pause, Loki basically makes it all the way down the alley. He's clearly done with this situation, and Mitchell is clearly being left alone to stand beside a dumpster holding a box of rubbish rat at 3 am.
Jesus Christ.]
I don't want it if it does or doesn't breathe fire-- hey, they left it in your club! That makes it yours! Oh, come on, I don't want this...
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[ he calls out. he's still walking!! sorry Mitchell, you are +1 rat there.
well, at least it wasn't drugs. or a gift from drug dealers. ]
If you find the appropriate attire, you can bring it to work!