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[liugan]

I was not "car sick." Stop telling people that.

This would also be where I normally tell you how much I disapprove of your recent decision making, but I do hate to repeat myself. You take your delight in disrupting my relative comfort by suggesting-- ah, no, forcing me to make friends. And now I have to live with these people?

Rest assured I will express my gratitude for their generosity accordingly.

It will be fun.

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[bitch_is_back]

With friends like you, who needs enemies.

[liugan]

[ It's okay, there's plenty of pointy objects within reach to throw at him if Loki's annoyed enough. ]

I am glad to see we agree on something, mister Stark.

[liugan]

My reputation precedes me, it seems.

[bitch_is_back]

No, but what you're implying is enough.

My mun seems to think your reputation should be enough to make your 'friends' nervous, but I'm not as easily convinced. I've been arooound and arooound the block, chipmunk.

[liugan]

[ ahem ]



Chipmunk?

[bitch_is_back]

[No?]

Cupcake?

Hotpants?

Kitten?

[She's got a million of them. Just ask Sam and Dean.]

[ensanguines]

Maybe shit's different where you come from, Loki, but I wouldn't call getting your hand chopped off and dreaming about guys who'd torture you within an inch of your existence for failure 'relative comfort.'

Just putting that out there.

[liugan]

Loki. If that isn't too difficult for you.

[liugan]

[ Maybe Loki was in your pockets, Stark. Think about it. ]

They are a circus troupe, I'm told. Apparently I am in for a spectacular show.

[ He may or may not be lying. ]

[bitch_is_back]

Hm, I like chipmunk better, but I'll try and remember it.

Loki.

So, you're a god, then.

[liugan]

I did say relative comfort.

[ensanguines]

Well in that case we've got a really comfortable dungeon theme going on in the basement if you'd rather live down there. See? We're totally open to working with you.

[liugan]

How very observant of you.

[bitch_is_back]

A sarcastic god. Me like.

So, what do you have planned for your friends?

[liugan]

A dungeon.

Whatever have I gotten myself into?

[ensanguines]

[ Loose shrug. ]

Can't be worse than the last thing you got yourself into.

[liugan]

[ Fine, keep them. They're ugly anyway. ]

I suppose I could come up with a fantastic mimicry act.

[ he can picture it all now. It can be too hard to pretend to be a billionaire genius playboy philanthropist. In a pink suit serving cupcakes. ]

[liugan]

I plan to slaughter them all in their sleep, wear their skins as a mantle, and gradually plot to overthrow the king with an army of dust mites.

[liugan]

Oh, we have yet to find out.

[bitch_is_back]

You haven't really given this a lot of thought, have you.

[No, she didn't take him seriously at all.]

[liugan]

[ Shut up, the horns are far more fashionable than anything Stark can come up with on his own. ]

Perhaps you will receive a special invite. I could perform something just for you.

[ Because you're his faaavourite-- oh, cough, nope can't do that with a straight face. ]

[liugan]

I was not expecting the invitation. Forgive me for being a little thrown off course.

[bitch_is_back]

[She lifts a brow at the polite response.]

Not to worry, su--Loki. I look forward to seeing you jazz things up a bit. Town's kinda dull, in my opinion.

[mypermission]

Forced socialization. Something often saved for pet rats. People like to call it "trust training".

[liugan]

[ At least he knows how to accessorize better than bright orange scarf. ]

Really? What a shame. Perhaps I will just have to be more convincing.