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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[lunging]

[Way rude, Loki.

...but he'll play along.]

Now...are we talking sunrise pink, rabbit nose pink, or...very very bright and loudly obnoxious pink?

[liugan]

I was thinking something a little more ... conspicuous.

[lunging]

...I'll take a pass. How's that?

[liugan]

The offer still stands should you reconsider.

[lunging]

[Hmm.]

How about...it stays pink until I wash it. Have your fun.

[liugan]

[ A pause. ] ... "have my fun."

[lunging]

That's what I said, isn't it?

Besides, the ladies do like the color pink. It won't hurt anything; it's just hair.

[Loki somebody wishes you were a bro again :(]

[liugan]

[ Three words you should never say to the god of Mischief.

Because with a bit of the bippidy boppidy boo, this happens. The ladies will certainly find it ... interesting. ]

[lunging]

[Oh dear.

He spots some very not pink colors out of the corner of his eyes and rubs his face wearily.]

I didn't realize there were so many kinds of pink, you have truly enlightened me, my friend.

[liugan]

I do aim to please.

[lunging]

[Just...touching his hair. Who is he, David Bowie? Did Loki watch Labyrinth on his Midgard stay, oh gods, this is...]

Goes away first wash, yes?

[liugan]

... it should.

[ Erm. ]

[lunging]

[...

...just.

Hope it does, Loki.

It's only hair, truly, but it is also his hair. If they insured things on Asgard, it would be.]