[ while Loki is most certainly not a commoner, he makes it hard to pin exactly what he's trying to pull off. he'd jabber something off about aesthetic, or about the cultural context of the horns. as for what he exactly was, well, that was still up in the air, even to him. saying god only went so far.
there's a swat at the stick as she pokes him, a fruitless, dismissive gesture. ]
It's called sneaking. [ he says it hotly, leaning his shoulders on the wall and glancing over at her. ] You'll have to maintain your patience somehow.
[ as if he didn't know completely what was around the corner. watching the flashing points on the map, Loki slinks silently around the corner with light feet, making no sound. while there's nothing there, a little animation begins to emerge on his jewelcomm. ]
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there's a swat at the stick as she pokes him, a fruitless, dismissive gesture. ]
It's called sneaking. [ he says it hotly, leaning his shoulders on the wall and glancing over at her. ] You'll have to maintain your patience somehow.
[ as if he didn't know completely what was around the corner. watching the flashing points on the map, Loki slinks silently around the corner with light feet, making no sound. while there's nothing there, a little animation begins to emerge on his jewelcomm. ]
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Ah.