001 | feel it in my bones |

[mischieving]

[ The dream tonight is certainly a different one. It's not a glorious city or even a lake. It's a government building of sorts, with people walking from one place to another. A man is standing next to the main help desk, dressed in an ordinary suit but it's obvious he isn't ordinary. Just the look on his face and the way his eyes move back and

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[suchasadword]

[She will always look out of place, no matter the dress code. Even if there's a general 'what dress code?' air to her; no suit or clean shoes. But such an interesting fellow we have here; he's certainly not human.]

You seem out of place. [One to talk, isn't she?]

[mischieving]

As do you.

[suchasadword]

I will always be out of place.

But why are you? Why here, in your own dream- and yet so different from what suits you?

[mischieving]

Now that is most certainly a question for the ages, isn't it?

[suchasadword]

A question with so many different answers. What is yours, Loki?

[mischieving]

So. You know my name.

[suchasadword]

I do. Hello.

[mischieving]

Hello. [ A smile. ] I am afraid I do not have your name.

[suchasadword]

I think I'm called .. Sexy.

[Vaguely sure. He doesn't really call her anything else- nothing that isn't blatantly a nickname. .. Which 'Sexy', totally isn't.]

[mischieving]

[ He raises an eyebrow. ]

'Sexy.'

[suchasadword]

Yes, that's me. That's what he calls me.

[mischieving]

Ah, well then, that is no surprise.

[suchasadword]

Is it? You're the first to say so.

[mischieving]

If a man calls you that, then surely he adores you.

[suchasadword]

He certainly better. But it isn't just a term of endearment. It's my name; I'm rather fond of it. [Among other things.]

[mischieving]

[ Alright no. He's just confused now. ]