[He rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair and scrubbing his hands over his face.]
Yeah yeah. Even that. Look - you should be glad I managed to convince them to turn 'em down in the first place. You know how chaotic this place would be if everyone just kept blippin' in and out all the godsdamn time?
[Which, well. Not everyone thrived to the same extent with the organic spiraling of the universe--but surely anyone who spent enough time around Loki(s) had to get some taste for it.
[There's the comfortable tingle of being understood. That, more than the (admittedly very charming) pout, curls the Asgardian's lips back toward its habitual crooked smile.]
[He reaches out, gently taking hold of Loki's hand and giving it a brief squeeze. He doesn't let go. Still pouting, there's a gentle brush of thumb across knuckles.]
[He lifts Loki's hand, pressing a gentle kiss to the knuckles instead. Then it's back to just - holding it. Letting his own be held in return. Enjoying the casual touch.]
The expectations of an office work environment are probably a little wacky when you're the god of mischief. I can only imagine.
[The contemplative tilt of his head is brief. He'll take 'mischief' over 'lies.' He'll take being gently held over tightly gripped. A nod to himself, the tangle of his own thoughts, and he sits up properly again (without letting go, of course).]
The expectations are a little wacky as a matter of course. Dress shoes alone are painfully ridiculous.
Even mine? [Still holding Loki's hand (because he'd never let go), Mobius scoots his chair back just enough to extend a leg, showing off his Chelsea boot and some of his sock.]
I always thought my little booties were pretty cool. And comfy.
[Not that there wasn't a certain patterning to Loki's own appearance in the style of the man before him. Even down to the shoes (although with a bit more of a proper heel, because he's not ridiculous).]
You look good in anything. Don't even hafta try. And I'm hardly designed for field work.
[Mobius chuckles.]
I'm so used to spendin' all my time behind a desk. This is the most action I've gotten since... [He sighs, racking his brain and coming up empty.] Can't even remember how long it's been.
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If it were in a bad way?
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I don't want to lie or keep secrets. You deserve better than that.
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purr over that]
I deserve to hear you say that in person xx
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You know where I am.
[At his desk drowning in paper work - unfortunately.]
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You need to know so I can know.
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Is this remotely a good system?
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You should know that by now.
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[Neither of them cheat, clearly, including not by apparently materializing to lean against anyone's boring desk full of boring work.]
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You gotta quit doin' that or else they'll turn the dampers on again full throttle.
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What, even when returning to having tabs kept on me?
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Yeah yeah. Even that. Look - you should be glad I managed to convince them to turn 'em down in the first place. You know how chaotic this place would be if everyone just kept blippin' in and out all the godsdamn time?
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[Which, well. Not everyone thrived to the same extent with the organic spiraling of the universe--but surely anyone who spent enough time around Loki(s) had to get some taste for it.
Still.] I do appreciate it.
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[He repeats this, thinking about it. And then he chuckles. Okay - you got him there.]
So don't abuse it alright? For me? [Mobius pouts, giving Loki the puppy eyes. He should be familiar with the look by now.]
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Some promises.
[Several steps above no promises, so.]
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[He reaches out, gently taking hold of Loki's hand and giving it a brief squeeze. He doesn't let go. Still pouting, there's a gentle brush of thumb across knuckles.]
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I am who I am. [Still. After a beat, his own grip tightens--stays tight.] And I am trying.
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[He lifts Loki's hand, pressing a gentle kiss to the knuckles instead. Then it's back to just - holding it. Letting his own be held in return. Enjoying the casual touch.]
The expectations of an office work environment are probably a little wacky when you're the god of mischief. I can only imagine.
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The expectations are a little wacky as a matter of course. Dress shoes alone are painfully ridiculous.
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I always thought my little booties were pretty cool. And comfy.
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[Not that there wasn't a certain patterning to Loki's own appearance in the style of the man before him. Even down to the shoes (although with a bit more of a proper heel, because he's not ridiculous).]
Serviceable, maybe?
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I like yours too y'know. This isn't a competition or anything. Just don't get how you can run with a heel.
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They suit you. [Could be devastating, but comes across a bit more thoughtful than anything.] And a heel suits me.
[To match his brother's height? First of all, how dare you.]
Suits are hardly ideally designed for running, you know.
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[Mobius chuckles.]
I'm so used to spendin' all my time behind a desk. This is the most action I've gotten since... [He sighs, racking his brain and coming up empty.] Can't even remember how long it's been.
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50 years later with coffee sorry sorry hope you've been well bb ❤️
ilu ilu~~ :3
ilu!!
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