who ♦ Loki and
somariumwhere ♦ Somewhere down the middle floors of the warehouse.
style ♦ First.
status ♦ Open like my arms~~~
notes ♦ This is timed and dated to thirty minutes before curfew. Either he and your character get locked in a room together, or they spend the night running from rats or something. Which is the lesser evil?
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[But he just wanted some coffee, damn it. Was it so hard to find in a massively tacky ten-floor warehouse? Was it?
Loki's stalking down the hallways, quite peeved, and more than willing to take it out on passerby. The hair on the back of his neck is prickling fantastically - something bad was going to happen, and he'd wager it had something to do with the words 'biting hamsters' and 'locked doors'. And probably 'Loki'.]