[ there's a breath that he lets out as he steps further inside, rubbing the back of his neck. ]
The hugs are complimentary.
[ he says, but it's a weak joke.
everything seems to be in working order. the furniture has been rearranged a bit, but that's not surprising. being a god of chaos meant change came along for the ride, and he's mercurial enough that it happens often. ]
[ Her head tilts towards him, a carefully controlled expression obscuring her apparent amusement. ]
The bookshelf looked better in the southeast corner. [ There's no stumble in her segue—as if she sees no distinction between soliciting him and criticizing his interior decorating. ]
[ but the words are light, easy, and said with a candace that suggests that whatever joke that he's pulling, that it's on the house. but his eyes follow hers, and he quirks his head, looking deliberately unoffended. ]
It was getting a tad boring there. Did everything for the polarity but nothing else for anything else, unfortunately.
[ She moves around the apartment space, arms folded under her chest, evaluating carefully enough to look like she's appraising the place. A few feet away, facing the wall away from him, she holds one hand aloft to snap her fingers, beckoning him over. ]
Here. [ The wall is flat, and the bookshelf would be an awkward protuberance. ] Your magic could create an alcove, right?
[ Loki watches her with mild interest, giving up whatever he was about to do in her favor. ]
It could create a lot of things, but an alcove doesn't sound too difficult.
[ read: not at all.
he holds up a dark nailed finger, green tendrils flickering through and distorting reality around it. he could definitely be a little lazy. with a mutter and a wave of his fingers, the bookcase moves easy to her coordinates. the books that were once upright wobble elegantly before tumbling to the side, all of them tipping at awkward angles. ]
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The hugs are complimentary.
[ he says, but it's a weak joke.
everything seems to be in working order. the furniture has been rearranged a bit, but that's not surprising. being a god of chaos meant change came along for the ride, and he's mercurial enough that it happens often. ]
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[ Her head tilts towards him, a carefully controlled expression obscuring her apparent amusement. ]
The bookshelf looked better in the southeast corner. [ There's no stumble in her segue—as if she sees no distinction between soliciting him and criticizing his interior decorating. ]
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[ but the words are light, easy, and said with a candace that suggests that whatever joke that he's pulling, that it's on the house. but his eyes follow hers, and he quirks his head, looking deliberately unoffended. ]
It was getting a tad boring there. Did everything for the polarity but nothing else for anything else, unfortunately.
[ visual stress? maybe.
there's a hint of challenge in his voice. ]
Unless you can think of a better place to put it.
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Here. [ The wall is flat, and the bookshelf would be an awkward protuberance. ] Your magic could create an alcove, right?
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It could create a lot of things, but an alcove doesn't sound too difficult.
[ read: not at all.
he holds up a dark nailed finger, green tendrils flickering through and distorting reality around it. he could definitely be a little lazy. with a mutter and a wave of his fingers, the bookcase moves easy to her coordinates. the books that were once upright wobble elegantly before tumbling to the side, all of them tipping at awkward angles. ]
Tah-dah!