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Date: 2025-05-12 01:47 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2025-05-16 02:57 am (UTC)[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?