Come on Loki, oh I swear that I mean, at this moment: you are fem-in-ine~♪

[slaegr]

Now that we have settled on a suitable female form ...

[ Loki pauses for effect, ever one to hold on to his footing through words. If he seems pleasant it's likely a trick, even more so if his tone is conversational; the smile that touches the corner of his full new lips doesn't even come close to the cool of his eyes. ]

May I ask what you intend to do with it?

Comments

[slaegr]

The girl's appreciation of tacky music is hardly a trait I'd recommend sharing in.

[boundtodeath]

Tacky? Hardly!

[Flowers will start to pop out of the ground and a lovely laurel tree takes form nearby. The Goddess of the Seasons is pleased. Can you tell?]

Won't you dance with me, LocK?

[slaegr]

No.

[ His smile grows a little. ]

But please, don't let me stop you.

[boundtodeath]

[Are those vines wrapping about your limbs and pulling you along. THE QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD BIDS YOU TO DANCE.]

Don't be so sour, Loki the Horse Fucker.

[ZEUS MADE YOU A NICKNAME.]