Midway/Loki/3168 words/Draft
"I am not an extremist," he declared for the world to hear.
His companion, an almost too-young girl trying to make herself look too-old with her piercings and hair dye and leather and ink tittered into her hands. Well, she likely would have murdered anyone -- imagined murdering them, at least -- who claimed she had tittered because of course she'd done something more dignified. Like snorting. Made an amused sound. Something like that. She followed up the not-tittering with rolling her eyes and raising her eyebrows in a sardonic gesture she certainly must have learned from him, "and I'm Mother Teresa," she drawled.
( Loki smiled at her, the sort of smile with too many teeth...)
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His companion, an almost too-young girl trying to make herself look too-old with her piercings and hair dye and leather and ink tittered into her hands. Well, she likely would have murdered anyone -- imagined murdering them, at least -- who claimed she had tittered because of course she'd done something more dignified. Like snorting. Made an amused sound. Something like that. She followed up the not-tittering with rolling her eyes and raising her eyebrows in a sardonic gesture she certainly must have learned from him, "and I'm Mother Teresa," she drawled.
( Loki smiled at her, the sort of smile with too many teeth...)
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