[Mobius is still smiling, his gaze occasionally drifting down to their hands. He plays with Loki's fingers, brushing his thumb against them, letting it travel across his knuckles. Always touching, never stopping. Smooth and languid.]
Ideally... we can go anywhere you want. I just need to fudge the paperwork a little.
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[Speaking of close, it's nice being close enough--and lightly tangled enough--to lean and drop a thoughtless kiss against the man's knuckles.]
The stress keeps you young, you know.
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Does it? Sure doesn't seem like it does...
[But that kiss! Oh it's just enough to get him flushed and flustered. Look how shy he's getting about it.]
50 years later with coffee sorry sorry hope you've been well bb ❤️
[Or maybe it's the kisses? There's probably only one way to find out. Unfortunately, that way probably does require more stress.]
ilu ilu~~ :3
[He's already two steps ahead, Loki. Picking up what you're putting down. He's a bit of an expert here, and sometimes he likes to flex that.
Mobius flexes his fingers, giving Loki's hand a squeeze.]
That's just... my theory.
ilu!!
The company would be far better outside of an office environment. Where it could really stretch its legs, hm?
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Are you saying we should... relocate? [Hmm? There's a pointed look here.] ...Maybe?
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[What a thing, to be smiled at like this. Loki finds his feet properly, fingers shaking for freedom to allow for a proper stretch.]
How far would we go?
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[Mobius is still smiling, his gaze occasionally drifting down to their hands. He plays with Loki's fingers, brushing his thumb against them, letting it travel across his knuckles. Always touching, never stopping. Smooth and languid.]
Ideally... we can go anywhere you want. I just need to fudge the paperwork a little.
[Then he looks up, right into Loki's eyes.]
How's that sound?