illness-fueled ponderings

[liugan]

I will grow my hair longer if I choose to, my dear writer. And as of right now, I do not choose to.

Do stop looking at it like that.

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I have no shame and I am sorry

[fotlenke]

[liugan]

Because I needed a reminder of that.

And I do not care for "Snickers."

[fotlenke]

How 'bout a Kiss?

[liugan]

Clever. But no.

[fotlenke]

Nut Cracker?

[liugan]

There is something wrong with you.

[fotlenke]

Whatever is "wrong" with me must be quite wonderful, because compared to you, I laugh and smile much more.

[liugan]

Ah, so I must be pleasantly enjoying my gloomy outlook while you suffer your happiness. How dreadful.

[fotlenke]

No. I'm saying that I accept whatever it is you claim is wrong with me, and I am all the more happy for it. Your gloomy outlook, as you call it, is by your claim.

[liugan]

Enjoy it while it lasts. One of these days, someone will slap you for showing them such images.

[fotlenke]

Oh, well, then I suppose I'll have no choice then but to...slap them right back!

[She sighs. Seriously, Loki. Keep up with the wit!]

[lunging]

You ought to trim it before you let it grow, my friend.

[Terrible split ends, honestly.]

[liugan]

That would imply I intend to let it grow in the first place.

1/2

[lunging]

[No, no, no. Fandral is the reasonable one, the one who pulled Sif away, the one who was the first to defend Loki and the last to believe he'd turned traitor.

He was not going to say it. He wasn't. But he couldn't let such a travesty go unsaid.

He needed to hear it.]

[lunging]

Your hair. Looks. Dreadful.

I say that out of love.

[liugan]

I do not recall asking your opinion.

[lunging]

I do not recall giving you my personal opinion.

[sry2say bro your hair being dreadful is trufax]

[liugan]

Shall I cut off yours and use it instead?

oh my god that icon did hiddles break his neck

[lunging]

Just let me cut it. Trim it, get rid of those split ends. I've some fine shampoos as well, work wonders with oily hair.

[if he'll

shower]

[liugan]

I am not letting you near my hair with a blade.

[lunging]

[Wow rude. He's the best of them with a blade, but he's rather certain it has nothing to do with his reputation and more to do with...]

You speak as though we have quarreled.

[liugan]

You speak as though we are friends.

[fotlenke]

[From somewhere, you will find a bothered Sigyn suddenly clinging to your midsection, burying her face in your shirt.]

[lunging]

[He's just going to pat pat pat her head

shhh adults are talking

give your step-son horse buddy some apples okay?]

[fotlenke]

[Noooo, she doesn't want to leave your side.

If she does then Loki will see her and it'd be automatic defeat.

Besides, she's not so sure she wants to be Mrs. Cow Horn Helmet anymore.

...but she'll happily adopt Sleipnir all the same.]