Locust campfire- Thursday night

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This was really weird.

Jaina didn't have the anxious, jittery feeling in the cabins that she used to. Some closure and time had done some good there. No, the weird part was that she was still in the cabins again. But it was this or singing insects and she'd already screamed at them twice before the announcement, so she figured she was fighting

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[flipped_god_off]

Loki was used to a big apartment. Getting shoved into a small, tiny alcove was not on and he was not happy.

"Didn't you take my class before?" he asked, tone and expression cranky.

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"Was there a lot of cursing? Then yes I did," she said. He was one of the few that had managed to annoy her into snapping in class, too!

[flipped_god_off]

"Then why the fuck are you down here?" Loki asked. He, obviously, didn't keep up with the goings on of a lot of people in town. "Aren't you like twelve?"

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"Twenty-seven," she corrected. "Welcome to Fandom, that happens here. Thanks for assuming younger, though."

[flipped_god_off]

"Yeah, I'm like a fucking thousand," he said, sitting down grumpily, "and I don't need the Fandom lecture. This fucking island ate me for like four days.:

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"That has been the news of the week," Jaina said, tossing him the bag of marshmallows. "Junk food will make it all better. You'll forget all about dimensional rifts, really. You look good for a thousand, by the way."

[flipped_god_off]

"Oooh, compliments," he said, snagging the marshmallows out of the air and snickering. "You must really want some company."

[solo_sword]

Yeah, kind of, not that she was admitting that. Especially since the 'I's were so much easier today and it bothered her. "Well, I'd have said a couple hundred at the most. Just telling it like I see it."

[flipped_god_off]

"Yeah, I'm sure I really look a couple centuries old," he said and rolled his eyes. "I don't age, I'm fucking immortal and that includes wrinkles and fucking crows' feet."

[solo_sword]

"What about regular crows' feet?" Oh, Jaina, don't taunt the guy crankier than you.

[flipped_god_off]

"You want me to smite you?" Loki asked. Not that he had the ability to do that but still.

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Jaina shrugged. "It'd be fun to watch you try," she replied.

[flipped_god_off]

"Lucky for you, I don't really care that much," he said, taking a few marshmallows out of the bag. "Enjoying cabin life?"

[solo_sword]

"Hmm. Give it a day before I can answer that," Jaina advised. "Today's 'No, it's fine' might be tomorrow's 'Sorry for the bloodshed.' Hopefully there will be no bloodshed."

[flipped_god_off]

"Bloodshed?" he asked, interested now. "I could help you with that. I used to kill people for a living."

[solo_sword]

"I still do," Jaina said lightly, though that didn't make it true. Hi, veteran of two wars now. And since after what, six years, she had no idea if she knew the answer, she asked, "What kind of job was that?"