[He had a mission, yes. Gather information about Gilgamesh. His loyalties still lay in Naoya, but it didn't mean that he couldn't have fun carrying his missions out.
He honestly liked Gil, however arrogant he may be, and - well. Death wasn't permanent here. There seemed to be no problem there at all.
There will be a thump at your balcony door, o esteemed King of Heroes; Loki seems to have miscalculated his speed and slammed straight into the closed sliding door.]
[Of course, no one can fault a dog to carry out its master's errands. He would have found this case to be deplorably laughable, if he knew, so it was just as well that he did not.
...Though, that would also be very dependent on just how Loki plans to play his cards.
That THUD, however, will only make him raise an eyebrow. The curtains pull up, the sliding door opens ignore the fact that some of it looks "new", as if it has been replaced after a previous happening, :|a, and a pair of almost incredulous red eyes look down at the sorry figure that's on the ground.]
Graceful. [So very dry, but why yes, that's a light smirk breaking out.]
[having domestic spats once again, King of Heroes? Loki blearily opens his eyes - and then bats his eyelashes up at the golden-haired figure.
He points frantically at the night sky behind him, at the door, and makes a vaguely complicated gesture that's supposed to convey the flight he made. Alas, he doubts Gil can understand that, so he just picks himself up and brushes himself off.
And he raises a hand in greeting, wicked smile gracing his face. Buddy!]
[Nah artifacts from last time. WISH YOU WERE HERE, ttly.
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Stare.
Riiiiiight. Because you couldn't see. Of course.] Recovered your wits but not your coordination? If that is what you want yourself to believe, Trickster, but save your charades. You shall write down whatever that you wish to say; I've patience for only so many type of games tonight. [THAT SAID his grin may or may not be creepier than yours, and with a light nudge of his head, he's walking back in. You're following, y/y?
C'MON the living room's comfy. There's already an empty wineglass on the table - but nothing else, at least for now. Pick a seat all the couches are comfy. :3<]
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He honestly liked Gil, however arrogant he may be, and - well. Death wasn't permanent here. There seemed to be no problem there at all.
There will be a thump at your balcony door, o esteemed King of Heroes; Loki seems to have miscalculated his speed and slammed straight into the closed sliding door.]
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...Though, that would also be very dependent on just how Loki plans to play his cards.
That THUD, however, will only make him raise an eyebrow. The curtains pull up, the sliding door opens ignore the fact that some of it looks "new", as if it has been replaced after a previous happening, :|a, and a pair of almost incredulous red eyes look down at the sorry figure that's on the ground.]
Graceful. [So very dry, but why yes, that's a light smirk breaking out.]
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He points frantically at the night sky behind him, at the door, and makes a vaguely complicated gesture that's supposed to convey the flight he made. Alas, he doubts Gil can understand that, so he just picks himself up and brushes himself off.
And he raises a hand in greeting, wicked smile gracing his face. Buddy!]
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...
Stare.
Riiiiiight. Because you couldn't see. Of course.] Recovered your wits but not your coordination? If that is what you want yourself to believe, Trickster, but save your charades. You shall write down whatever that you wish to say; I've patience for only so many type of games tonight. [THAT SAID his grin may or may not be creepier than yours, and with a light nudge of his head, he's walking back in. You're following, y/y?
C'MON the living room's comfy. There's already an empty wineglass on the table - but nothing else, at least for now. Pick a seat all the couches are comfy. :3<]
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