Loki gives a soft huff. "You might be surprised. The only thing it doesn't get me is someone willing to put up with me for an extended period. Not all it's cracked up to be, living with a physicist."
Magician. God. Madman. Whatever. "As for the Avengers--" the tone of his voice implies scare quotes, though his hands stay curled around his coffee cup "--they're, well, a collection. You're right about Stark. He's a walking disaster. That's why he's so much fun."
Or perhaps that's just because Loki is awful and prone to schadenfreude. Either way, he does dearly love tormenting the man.
"Agent Barton, on the other hand, is a delightful fellow. A commensurate professional. And a little scary, to be quite honest." Which Loki quite likes, really. He'd certainly liked it quite a lot when it was being used for his benefit.
"As for that whole, you know, the big mess a few years ago, yes. It really was." A wildly overconfident alien invasion, in fact. The chitauri really weren't all they'd claimed to be, but Loki hadn't found that particularly surprising. Hardly anyone who brags that readily is.
Kenzi smiles after another bite of the cake. Chocolatey heaven on a plate, thank you very much. "You might be surprised at what I can put up with."
Living with a succubus is no picnic.
"Good. I like the scary ones." Dyson's a good example of that, even if he's more of a cuddly puppy these days. He can be scary when he wants to be... to other people. But agent Barton. She'd have to remember that one. The chick seems scary for totally different reasons, but doesn't seem to be anything the Ashe is looking for. Archery boy, though... and the blonde one? She just worries about the spangly guy and won't be going near the angry, smashy, green one.
"Okay. So. Aliens, super heroes, and adorably frightening creatures that rhyme with 'hay'. All this junk is real, and you! You... did that thing. Physicist or not, you're definitely not just some random, regular human that got swept up into all of this like I did. Can you do other stuff? Can I see it?"
"Is that you offering, then?" Loki teases, though he doubts she meant that. Even he might find it a bit odd if she did. Nobody moves in with someone after meeting them once.
The other question has him snorting softly. "I could pull a coin out of your ear, if you want. I know a few card tricks. Bit of sleight of hand... aside from that I'm afraid you're out of luck."
For today, at least. Maybe another time. At Stark's party, for instance, should she choose to come along.
"I'm really not certain what it is exactly that you're accusing me of, anyway. I'm not like the blokes in the kitchens. If you want something like that, you're in the wrong place." Let her extrapolate from that what she wants; he's certainly not fae. Nor álfar nor ás. His kind sit relatively forgotten by human beings. Their mythology, the memory of them, has long since faded. With this Loki is content. At least nobody's likely to guess.
Ha. Hahaha. Right. No one just starts living with a person after one day. That would be... crazy. Whoops. At least there was mutual life-saving first. And the whole no rent thing. Oh, and also the epic clothes-borrowing privileges. So many reasons to move in with a strange, not-human lady after only knowing her 24 hours.
"Only if your friend Stark runs off with my roomie and I'm left all alone. But I doubt that would ever happen so you're off the hook."
Okay, sure. Play it off like it was nothing, magician-pants. She still doesn't trust you on that one. She's not crazy. Definitely didn't imagine that shit. "That stuff is getting pretty stale anyway. I could go for something new."
"Well, sorry to disappoint, then," Loki responds, sounding a bit put off, as though he's tired of hearing about it. Which in a sense he is, and not because he's tired of being valuable solely for what he can do (though he is also that, on some abstract and unimportant level), but because he's really not keen on talking about it any longer, particularly in public.
"I wouldn't worry about Stark, by the way. Or at least I wouldn't worry about Stark for long. He's really not the type to repeat a performance, for one, and he's even worse to live with than I am, for another." At least Loki keeps mostly to himself in domestic settings. Somehow he doesn't think Stark is the same, save of course when he's working, and then the rest of the world may as well not exist. Loki knows. He's taken advantage of that more than once.
"But good to know I'm safe. My flat is a bit of a mess at the moment." Mostly because, thanks to a fit of his pique, all of his books had thrown themselves off of the shelves. Live in a place long enough, weave oneself into it thoroughly enough, and it starts to know you. Or, more accurately, he'd subconsciously played on the threads of magic he'd spun around his living space and that had produced a tangible result.
Sometimes, though, it looked like sentience. Sometimes, perhaps, it nearly was.
Kenzi just smirks. It's one of those smug as all hell, I know something you don't know smirks. If Bo wanted to, she could have Stark eating out of the palm of her hand. Among other things...
But Bo wasn't like that. The girl wouldn't even abuse her powers to get free shoes! That's some hardcore willpower right there. Power being the keyword. Kenzi was nowhere near that strong. If she'd been born with magical sex powers, she'd be a lot worse than just a small-time thief turned private detective. That much power can get to a person. The things Bo could do if she put her mind to it-- it could be bad. Really bad. Kenzi probably wasn't the best choice of a conscience, either.
"Yeah well, I'm gonna worry anyway. Worrying is just what us sidekicks do. People can put up with a lot of things for a rich genius." CoughRYANcough. Maybe that's why she didn't trust this Tony mook. He was like a cross between Ryan and Vex. Both total douchebags. "I should probably get back... "
But it was sooooo obvious that she really didn't want to leave.
Loki chuckles softly and pulls his mobile from his pocket to set it on the table between them. An essential for any self-respecting supervillain, really, mobile phones, particularly the sort with sophisticated organisational aids. And instagram support, if one were to ask Loki, which nobody ever does.
"Text it and see," he says, sliding the phone towards her. It is a real number. It might not be useful for very much longer, since avoiding a terribly long paper trail is also essential, but for the time being it works, and it'll continue to work for as long as he needs it to do.
"I neglected to mention that the event to which I've invited you is black tie. Don't worry if you don't have a dress; we can go find one tomorrow if you're not too terribly busy. I'll bill Stark." After a fashion. He grins.
"In fact, you may as well anyway; I've been looking for an excuse to extort him for ages."
Just wait until she starts challenging him in Draw Something.
She picks up her own phone and fires off a text at lightning speeds. Kids and their technology. She watches the phone on the table closely, almost daring it to not light up.
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"I kinda figured. Don't look so worried, Jökulsson. I clean up nice. Promise." But hey, dress shopping on someone else's dime? That could be hilarious. Guilt-free shopping is the true way to a girl's heart. Even if it's only guilt-free because Kenzi has no soul when it comes to material possessions and taking from those who have more than enough.
"So you want to pick out dresses with a total stranger. That's either an excuse to see me again or you're actually into dudes. Are you in love with Stark?" Gaaaaaaaaaaasp. "Am I your beard? You're totes just using me to make him jealous, aren't you? I knew it. Way too good to be true."
She curls a lock of her hair around her finger and bites her lower lip. Hardcore flirting tactics initiated. Bo is so much better at this shit. Ugh.
Loki laughs at that, bright and cheerful. The flirting is obvious, and amusing, and he could do oh so much better if he were so inclined. Maybe later. He did say he wouldn't try to sleep with her on the first date, and while it wouldn't be remotely the first time he'd lied about that, it would open the door to oh so many other things he's not inclined to address right now.
Besides, girl like her? Girl after a thrill? Something different and dangerous? She'll be worth the wait just for that alone, and she might just enjoy it better later.
Assuming she still wants anything to do with him, of course, and if she doesn't... well. Plenty of other fish. Dizzyingly many.
Loki leans back in his chair, visibly pouting. "You think I'd go for a man like that? I was unaware that you thought so poorly of me. I'd not have asked you if I had known."
He crosses his arms. "Accusing me of being a fairy tale monster is one thing, accusing me of being at all fond of Tony Stark is quite another."
Though he is, of course, in an exceptionally abstract way. He needs men like Stark. The world frankly isn't half as much fun without them.
"No, I'm just trying to get the most out of bothering the man for once. I owe him, and the evening will be all the better if nobody's tutting at what you're wearing. You'll see, it'll be fantastic." He relaxes his posture, smiling again. "And then you can... toddle off home or whatever it is you plan to do when you're done with me."
"Clearly I just have to get to know you better so I don't make some poor judgement call like that in the future. Now I know that, A; you get all huffy when I offend you and it's totally adorbs, and B; You're so very NOT into him that you need the opposite of him which would be... female, dirt poor, non-genius that doesn't fly around in a heinously-painted, tin can outfit."
Though she has no idea, personality-wise, Kenzi and Tony are pretty similar. The thrill-seeking, sarcastic, penchant for flirting with danger is the same. So is the quick wit. But there are also a lot of differences with circumstance being the most notable of them all.
Kenzi smirks, getting up from her seat and downing the rest of her coffee before setting the empty cup back on the table. "Fantastic, huh? I'm holding you to that. As for whatever it is I plan to do, I try to plan as little as possible. What happens, happens. But I guess I have some work to do if you're gonna stop by the hotel tomorrow to pick me up. Text when you're in the lobby."
She turns to head for the door, stops, and looks back at him over her shoulder. "I'm really glad you literally ran into me."
Funny how that happened. Weird how things work out. Still incredibly suspicious.
For a moment Loki simply looks at her with a faint smile on his lips. Oh, her interest is already piqued. May as well.
"And I'm glad you decided to follow me," he says, and leaves it at that, tucking his phone back into his pocket. He's no intention of clarifying whether or not he means out of the hotel or to the café afterwards. Let her work it out for herself if she likes. Let her speculate.
"Tomorrow, then," he agrees before giving a bit of a wave and turning back to his coffee, shaking his head slowly and smiling to himself. Funny thing. Clever thing. He does like that. Pretty, too, but Loki has seen so very many pretty things in his life. After a while they all start to blend together. Lovely she may be, but her value -- and her rarity, the extent of which he has yet to assess -- lies elsewhere.
It will be interesting to see how she reacts to him when she knows rather than simply suspecting, when it becomes entirely plain that he's not only not human, but that her fairy tale monster reference wasn't far off the mark. Interesting, yes, and Loki isn't optimistic that it'll be positive, but so it goes. The game is more important than the outcome and Loki is used to losing.
He arrives the next day in the early afternoon, close enough to noon to make him look eager but not inconsiderate of Kenzi's actual purpose for being in the city. Not that he couldn't make her forget if he wanted, he's certain, but that's not the point. Right now he's still deliberately straddling the line between normal and abnormal. When he reaches the lobby he folds himself into a chair and sends off the text:
Apologise to your roommate for me, would you? I'm waiting in the lobby to whisk you away and I've no intention of returning you for several hours at least.
How did I know you'd use punctuation, caps, and actual words in your text? Be down in ten!
A majority of those ten minutes were spent checking her hair, re-applying makeup, and trying to cover up the bags under her eyes from a late night combined with an early morning. Bo was unsurprisingly cool with everything that went down last night and totally encouraging about meeting up with him again today, lead or no lead. The amount of exceedingly good possibilities with this definitely outweighed the potential for disaster. Besides, Kenzi could take care of herself! ...Most of the time.
Bo had her own shit to deal with. The kitchens had definitely been a valuable source of info and the unaligned succubus was taking care of business while the human sidekick quickly kissed her on the cheek and left her to her own devices.
Trying to hide the look of pleasant surprise when she stepped out of the elevator and saw him sitting there in what was DEFINITELY not a suit was way more difficult than it should be. Damn. Was it even possible for him to look hotter than he had the other night? Apparently yes. It really was.
"Hey, nerd. And here I thought science-guys were required by law to be seen in sweater vests and bowties."
That earns a quirked eyebrow as Loki lifts himself to his feet, but there's a bright smile on its tail. "No, not yet, but if I'd known that's what you were expecting I'd have tried harder to accomodate."
He could, too. A good liar -- a good jester, as he occasionally calls himself in his more self-deprecating moods -- has a suit of armour for all occasions, and Loki is a very good liar. Which is why he knows that in this case to have dressed too appropriately would have been as obvious a tell as to dress too well. Casual is good. Casual works.
"Was she terribly upset to lose you?" he asks with a sympathetic furrowing of the brow. "I would be. Anyone ought to be. Fortunately for me I'm not at all kind enough to care. Shall we?"
Sordid, boring business, the setup. The flagging of taxis and the shopping and the dinners, but Loki doesn't mind terribly in this case. Dating is an utter waste of time, a string of pointless lies people tell one another until they feel comfortable enough to tell the truth, but at least it isn't likely to last much longer. Besides, right now it's only a means to an end, and that makes it somewhat more acceptable.
The company, he has to admit, isn't bad either, mortal or no, and she looks rather charming today (he'll tell her so later, bit too much now, bit too obvious), so at least it won't be a total bust. And so Loki offers his arm and a smile as he nods towards the door.
"I haven't anywhere in particular in mind, thought we'd make a day of it, look around a bit, stop to eat -- I hope you don't mind?"
"Nah, you're good. This way I can be seen in public with you and not feel the burning, burning shame of a thousand suns." Casual definitely works.
Kenzi grins, brushing her hair over her ear and looking at the ground because it's so much easier than looking at his face when he's saying stuff like that. Jeeze. Does this guy come with an off switch? Because she'd actually, probably, never use it. "Honestly? She owes me one. Or ... five. Actually she owes me seventeen, not that I'm counting. Let's blow this popsicle stand." She happily loops her arm through his.
New York was like a bigger, brighter, more colourful Toronto. Very similar, but so much more to explore and see and check out. It was easier being in tourist mode when you have a native, transplanted or not, to escort you. With Bo, they probably would have run into trouble. Not that trouble was necessarily a bad thing, it was just not the most convenient thing in a new city with no allies.
"Sure. I'm up for anything! Whatever you wanna do is cool with me." As proven by the excitement on her face. "You know food makes this count as date number two, right? Two dates in two days. Then that party. We're practically an item and you don't even know my favourite colour or what kind of toothpaste I use and I don't what your fave pizza toppings are."
"Ouch," Loki replies, looking down at her with a wounded expression. "And here I thought you might just like me for who I am, not the clothes I wear."
A joke. Metaphorically as well as literally speaking, everyone who likes him (a very short list of people indeed) likes him for the latter reason. He's used to it, and so the mock hurt shifts back to a teasing smile as easily as Loki slips his skin. Even when wearing his own face he can put on disguises.
"Pineapple and tuna fish, incidentally," he adds as he waves down a taxi. That he knows where to go to find clothing of the quality and price for which he's looking is solely the result of last night's research into the matter, but he drops the street corner as if he knows it for that reason and not for the rather delightful ice cream vendor a few blocks to the south.
"Pickles are good too. Possibly all three together if I'm feeling adventurous, with a few dashes of hot sauce. As for you, I don't know, black? And something minty with a whitener, no? Isn't that what everybody uses these days?" Step up from chewing on green twigs in so many ways... step down in so many others.
New York is lovely today, vibrant and furiously alive, filthy and teeming with so much life that it blazes in Loki's consciousness like a massive conflagration. His first several days here he couldn't sleep for how it burned him.
Now he adores it, loves to step out from his carefully-insulated flat and drink it all in. It has him feeling generous enough to be teasingly gallant, stepping first from the taxi once they arrive and he's paid the driver and offering his hand to Kenzi with a neat little bow. Strange, how ready they are, these fragile little things, to eat up what looks like kindness, no matter that they ought to know better.
But then maybe it is kindness, a bit. Kindness that will end, inevitably must end, but exists in snapshot fashion for the stretch of the moment in which it is enacted. The lens of time weights and warps all things, relativity in action, but when one erases it one may still see things as they once were, unclouded. Loki knows this better than anyone. It's why he can't help but feel fondness for the once-brother he despises.
"Well," he announces cheerfully, however unhappy the turning of his thoughts, "it's your dress, so you decide which shops we look in. Only logical. Drag away."
"Just because I probably do like you for who you are, doesn't mean I want to be seen with you lookin' like a fool and let you kill my rep." She's joking. Of course she's joking. Not only does she not give a damn about her reputation, thank you very much Joan Jett, she's not that shallow. A little shallow, yes, but not that shallow. Most of the time Kenzi's hard exterior is just covering up for a gooey, sweet, way too soft center that gets her into more trouble than it's worth. She knows better, always knows better, but that doesn't mean she can just turn off her stupid-squishy heart. It's how she got in deep with Bo even when common sense was telling her to run.
"Please tell me you're joking. That sounds about eight different kinds of horrible. At least opt for extra cheese if you're gonna commit pizza sacrilege! Hot sauce, yes. Other things, not together!" She raises an eyebrow, fighting a smirk, "Purple and whatever's on sale. Now you know."
Stupid emotions. There's gotta be a way to get rid of those things. It would definitely make it easier to not go all freakin' melty just because a guy goes into total gentleman mode and bows and offers his hand and junk. Jeeze! Okay, so maybe no one will notice how she can't stop smiling. Totally not inwardly freaking out here. Nope. Not even a little bit. This guy isn't charming! It's lame and not at all making her swoon!
... She totally just swooned a little.
As for the dragging, that was definitely happening. Bo got to do this kind of thing all the time! And more often than not, some rich guy with ulterior motives was footing the bill. Really, it's only fair the human gets a turn. Succubus powers be dammed! She heads into a glam-looking boutique, still unable to stop smiling, and heads towards a display near the back, quite obviously attracted to the all-around shiny look.
"Metallics are totally in this season. Unless you try working the gold and red look, then you just look tacky." CoughTONYcough.
Magician. God. Madman. Whatever. "As for the Avengers--" the tone of his voice implies scare quotes, though his hands stay curled around his coffee cup "--they're, well, a collection. You're right about Stark. He's a walking disaster. That's why he's so much fun."
Or perhaps that's just because Loki is awful and prone to schadenfreude. Either way, he does dearly love tormenting the man.
"Agent Barton, on the other hand, is a delightful fellow. A commensurate professional. And a little scary, to be quite honest." Which Loki quite likes, really. He'd certainly liked it quite a lot when it was being used for his benefit.
"As for that whole, you know, the big mess a few years ago, yes. It really was." A wildly overconfident alien invasion, in fact. The chitauri really weren't all they'd claimed to be, but Loki hadn't found that particularly surprising. Hardly anyone who brags that readily is.
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"Good. I like the scary ones." Dyson's a good example of that, even if he's more of a cuddly puppy these days. He can be scary when he wants to be... to other people. But agent Barton. She'd have to remember that one. The chick seems scary for totally different reasons, but doesn't seem to be anything the Ashe is looking for. Archery boy, though... and the blonde one? She just worries about the spangly guy and won't be going near the angry, smashy, green one.
"Okay. So. Aliens, super heroes, and adorably frightening creatures that rhyme with 'hay'. All this junk is real, and you! You... did that thing. Physicist or not, you're definitely not just some random, regular human that got swept up into all of this like I did. Can you do other stuff? Can I see it?"
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The other question has him snorting softly. "I could pull a coin out of your ear, if you want. I know a few card tricks. Bit of sleight of hand... aside from that I'm afraid you're out of luck."
For today, at least. Maybe another time. At Stark's party, for instance, should she choose to come along.
"I'm really not certain what it is exactly that you're accusing me of, anyway. I'm not like the blokes in the kitchens. If you want something like that, you're in the wrong place." Let her extrapolate from that what she wants; he's certainly not fae. Nor álfar nor ás. His kind sit relatively forgotten by human beings. Their mythology, the memory of them, has long since faded. With this Loki is content. At least nobody's likely to guess.
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"Only if your friend Stark runs off with my roomie and I'm left all alone. But I doubt that would ever happen so you're off the hook."
Okay, sure. Play it off like it was nothing, magician-pants. She still doesn't trust you on that one. She's not crazy. Definitely didn't imagine that shit. "That stuff is getting pretty stale anyway. I could go for something new."
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"I wouldn't worry about Stark, by the way. Or at least I wouldn't worry about Stark for long. He's really not the type to repeat a performance, for one, and he's even worse to live with than I am, for another." At least Loki keeps mostly to himself in domestic settings. Somehow he doesn't think Stark is the same, save of course when he's working, and then the rest of the world may as well not exist. Loki knows. He's taken advantage of that more than once.
"But good to know I'm safe. My flat is a bit of a mess at the moment." Mostly because, thanks to a fit of his pique, all of his books had thrown themselves off of the shelves. Live in a place long enough, weave oneself into it thoroughly enough, and it starts to know you. Or, more accurately, he'd subconsciously played on the threads of magic he'd spun around his living space and that had produced a tangible result.
Sometimes, though, it looked like sentience. Sometimes, perhaps, it nearly was.
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But Bo wasn't like that. The girl wouldn't even abuse her powers to get free shoes! That's some hardcore willpower right there. Power being the keyword. Kenzi was nowhere near that strong. If she'd been born with magical sex powers, she'd be a lot worse than just a small-time thief turned private detective. That much power can get to a person. The things Bo could do if she put her mind to it-- it could be bad. Really bad. Kenzi probably wasn't the best choice of a conscience, either.
"Yeah well, I'm gonna worry anyway. Worrying is just what us sidekicks do. People can put up with a lot of things for a rich genius." CoughRYANcough. Maybe that's why she didn't trust this Tony mook. He was like a cross between Ryan and Vex. Both total douchebags. "I should probably get back... "
But it was sooooo obvious that she really didn't want to leave.
"You swear that's not a fake number?"
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"Text it and see," he says, sliding the phone towards her. It is a real number. It might not be useful for very much longer, since avoiding a terribly long paper trail is also essential, but for the time being it works, and it'll continue to work for as long as he needs it to do.
"I neglected to mention that the event to which I've invited you is black tie. Don't worry if you don't have a dress; we can go find one tomorrow if you're not too terribly busy. I'll bill Stark." After a fashion. He grins.
"In fact, you may as well anyway; I've been looking for an excuse to extort him for ages."
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She picks up her own phone and fires off a text at lightning speeds. Kids and their technology. She watches the phone on the table closely, almost daring it to not light up.
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"I kinda figured. Don't look so worried, Jökulsson. I clean up nice. Promise." But hey, dress shopping on someone else's dime? That could be hilarious. Guilt-free shopping is the true way to a girl's heart. Even if it's only guilt-free because Kenzi has no soul when it comes to material possessions and taking from those who have more than enough.
"So you want to pick out dresses with a total stranger. That's either an excuse to see me again or you're actually into dudes. Are you in love with Stark?" Gaaaaaaaaaaasp. "Am I your beard? You're totes just using me to make him jealous, aren't you? I knew it. Way too good to be true."
She curls a lock of her hair around her finger and bites her lower lip. Hardcore flirting tactics initiated. Bo is so much better at this shit. Ugh.
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Besides, girl like her? Girl after a thrill? Something different and dangerous? She'll be worth the wait just for that alone, and she might just enjoy it better later.
Assuming she still wants anything to do with him, of course, and if she doesn't... well. Plenty of other fish. Dizzyingly many.
Loki leans back in his chair, visibly pouting. "You think I'd go for a man like that? I was unaware that you thought so poorly of me. I'd not have asked you if I had known."
He crosses his arms. "Accusing me of being a fairy tale monster is one thing, accusing me of being at all fond of Tony Stark is quite another."
Though he is, of course, in an exceptionally abstract way. He needs men like Stark. The world frankly isn't half as much fun without them.
"No, I'm just trying to get the most out of bothering the man for once. I owe him, and the evening will be all the better if nobody's tutting at what you're wearing. You'll see, it'll be fantastic." He relaxes his posture, smiling again. "And then you can... toddle off home or whatever it is you plan to do when you're done with me."
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Though she has no idea, personality-wise, Kenzi and Tony are pretty similar. The thrill-seeking, sarcastic, penchant for flirting with danger is the same. So is the quick wit. But there are also a lot of differences with circumstance being the most notable of them all.
Kenzi smirks, getting up from her seat and downing the rest of her coffee before setting the empty cup back on the table. "Fantastic, huh? I'm holding you to that. As for whatever it is I plan to do, I try to plan as little as possible. What happens, happens. But I guess I have some work to do if you're gonna stop by the hotel tomorrow to pick me up. Text when you're in the lobby."
She turns to head for the door, stops, and looks back at him over her shoulder. "I'm really glad you literally ran into me."
Funny how that happened. Weird how things work out. Still incredibly suspicious.
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"And I'm glad you decided to follow me," he says, and leaves it at that, tucking his phone back into his pocket. He's no intention of clarifying whether or not he means out of the hotel or to the café afterwards. Let her work it out for herself if she likes. Let her speculate.
"Tomorrow, then," he agrees before giving a bit of a wave and turning back to his coffee, shaking his head slowly and smiling to himself. Funny thing. Clever thing. He does like that. Pretty, too, but Loki has seen so very many pretty things in his life. After a while they all start to blend together. Lovely she may be, but her value -- and her rarity, the extent of which he has yet to assess -- lies elsewhere.
It will be interesting to see how she reacts to him when she knows rather than simply suspecting, when it becomes entirely plain that he's not only not human, but that her fairy tale monster reference wasn't far off the mark. Interesting, yes, and Loki isn't optimistic that it'll be positive, but so it goes. The game is more important than the outcome and Loki is used to losing.
He arrives the next day in the early afternoon, close enough to noon to make him look eager but not inconsiderate of Kenzi's actual purpose for being in the city. Not that he couldn't make her forget if he wanted, he's certain, but that's not the point. Right now he's still deliberately straddling the line between normal and abnormal. When he reaches the lobby he folds himself into a chair and sends off the text:
Apologise to your roommate for me, would you? I'm waiting in the lobby to whisk you away and I've no intention of returning you for several hours at least.
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A majority of those ten minutes were spent checking her hair, re-applying makeup, and trying to cover up the bags under her eyes from a late night combined with an early morning. Bo was unsurprisingly cool with everything that went down last night and totally encouraging about meeting up with him again today, lead or no lead. The amount of exceedingly good possibilities with this definitely outweighed the potential for disaster. Besides, Kenzi could take care of herself! ...Most of the time.
Bo had her own shit to deal with. The kitchens had definitely been a valuable source of info and the unaligned succubus was taking care of business while the human sidekick quickly kissed her on the cheek and left her to her own devices.
Trying to hide the look of pleasant surprise when she stepped out of the elevator and saw him sitting there in what was DEFINITELY not a suit was way more difficult than it should be. Damn. Was it even possible for him to look hotter than he had the other night? Apparently yes. It really was.
"Hey, nerd. And here I thought science-guys were required by law to be seen in sweater vests and bowties."
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He could, too. A good liar -- a good jester, as he occasionally calls himself in his more self-deprecating moods -- has a suit of armour for all occasions, and Loki is a very good liar. Which is why he knows that in this case to have dressed too appropriately would have been as obvious a tell as to dress too well. Casual is good. Casual works.
"Was she terribly upset to lose you?" he asks with a sympathetic furrowing of the brow. "I would be. Anyone ought to be. Fortunately for me I'm not at all kind enough to care. Shall we?"
Sordid, boring business, the setup. The flagging of taxis and the shopping and the dinners, but Loki doesn't mind terribly in this case. Dating is an utter waste of time, a string of pointless lies people tell one another until they feel comfortable enough to tell the truth, but at least it isn't likely to last much longer. Besides, right now it's only a means to an end, and that makes it somewhat more acceptable.
The company, he has to admit, isn't bad either, mortal or no, and she looks rather charming today (he'll tell her so later, bit too much now, bit too obvious), so at least it won't be a total bust. And so Loki offers his arm and a smile as he nods towards the door.
"I haven't anywhere in particular in mind, thought we'd make a day of it, look around a bit, stop to eat -- I hope you don't mind?"
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Kenzi grins, brushing her hair over her ear and looking at the ground because it's so much easier than looking at his face when he's saying stuff like that. Jeeze. Does this guy come with an off switch? Because she'd actually, probably, never use it. "Honestly? She owes me one. Or ... five. Actually she owes me seventeen, not that I'm counting. Let's blow this popsicle stand." She happily loops her arm through his.
New York was like a bigger, brighter, more colourful Toronto. Very similar, but so much more to explore and see and check out. It was easier being in tourist mode when you have a native, transplanted or not, to escort you. With Bo, they probably would have run into trouble. Not that trouble was necessarily a bad thing, it was just not the most convenient thing in a new city with no allies.
"Sure. I'm up for anything! Whatever you wanna do is cool with me." As proven by the excitement on her face. "You know food makes this count as date number two, right? Two dates in two days. Then that party. We're practically an item and you don't even know my favourite colour or what kind of toothpaste I use and I don't what your fave pizza toppings are."
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A joke. Metaphorically as well as literally speaking, everyone who likes him (a very short list of people indeed) likes him for the latter reason. He's used to it, and so the mock hurt shifts back to a teasing smile as easily as Loki slips his skin. Even when wearing his own face he can put on disguises.
"Pineapple and tuna fish, incidentally," he adds as he waves down a taxi. That he knows where to go to find clothing of the quality and price for which he's looking is solely the result of last night's research into the matter, but he drops the street corner as if he knows it for that reason and not for the rather delightful ice cream vendor a few blocks to the south.
"Pickles are good too. Possibly all three together if I'm feeling adventurous, with a few dashes of hot sauce. As for you, I don't know, black? And something minty with a whitener, no? Isn't that what everybody uses these days?" Step up from chewing on green twigs in so many ways... step down in so many others.
New York is lovely today, vibrant and furiously alive, filthy and teeming with so much life that it blazes in Loki's consciousness like a massive conflagration. His first several days here he couldn't sleep for how it burned him.
Now he adores it, loves to step out from his carefully-insulated flat and drink it all in. It has him feeling generous enough to be teasingly gallant, stepping first from the taxi once they arrive and he's paid the driver and offering his hand to Kenzi with a neat little bow. Strange, how ready they are, these fragile little things, to eat up what looks like kindness, no matter that they ought to know better.
But then maybe it is kindness, a bit. Kindness that will end, inevitably must end, but exists in snapshot fashion for the stretch of the moment in which it is enacted. The lens of time weights and warps all things, relativity in action, but when one erases it one may still see things as they once were, unclouded. Loki knows this better than anyone. It's why he can't help but feel fondness for the once-brother he despises.
"Well," he announces cheerfully, however unhappy the turning of his thoughts, "it's your dress, so you decide which shops we look in. Only logical. Drag away."
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"Please tell me you're joking. That sounds about eight different kinds of horrible. At least opt for extra cheese if you're gonna commit pizza sacrilege! Hot sauce, yes. Other things, not together!" She raises an eyebrow, fighting a smirk, "Purple and whatever's on sale. Now you know."
Stupid emotions. There's gotta be a way to get rid of those things. It would definitely make it easier to not go all freakin' melty just because a guy goes into total gentleman mode and bows and offers his hand and junk. Jeeze! Okay, so maybe no one will notice how she can't stop smiling. Totally not inwardly freaking out here. Nope. Not even a little bit. This guy isn't charming! It's lame and not at all making her swoon!
... She totally just swooned a little.
As for the dragging, that was definitely happening. Bo got to do this kind of thing all the time! And more often than not, some rich guy with ulterior motives was footing the bill. Really, it's only fair the human gets a turn. Succubus powers be dammed! She heads into a glam-looking boutique, still unable to stop smiling, and heads towards a display near the back, quite obviously attracted to the all-around shiny look.
"Metallics are totally in this season. Unless you try working the gold and red look, then you just look tacky." CoughTONYcough.
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