Fortunately, I'd hate to have to explain my defeat at the hands of Dragprawn. Burning Bubbles...I'd never be able to go home. [And people already laugh at him.] Make that face and it might just get stuck that way.
[Didn't anyone ever tell you Dragprawn?]
Ordinary.
[Loki seems to mull that over to himself as he tries to ponder what this ordinary is. He's weird and glad to be so...
...but again easily distracted by awkward social exchanges.
Books were always things that he could use and he did not have any cookbooks on his wall, his shrine devoted to books, because he is a nerd for books and it shows.]
With these books your cabinets might be even less so, I will always need a guinea pig. Might be useful in my lessons with a Mister Clark Kent. [He says so as he flips to chapters that cover cake baking, that's what Clark wanted to show him and getting a leg up wouldn't hurt. After a moment he fixed his eyes on M. grinning and thoroughly humored that he'd slipped on the hoodie. Actually he wasn't expecting that, which explains the mild surprise that registers just before his humor.] Had to guess your measurements, but I figured you were somewhere between a Loki and a Thor.
[Yes, that is how Loki measures clothing, Loki is tall, but spare in terms of mass, there is muscle, but he seems hungry somehow. Thor is also tall...taller...and burly in the way one would expect a god to be. That intimidating, crush-you-like-a-bug kind of burly.]
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[Didn't anyone ever tell you Dragprawn?]
Ordinary.
[Loki seems to mull that over to himself as he tries to ponder what this ordinary is. He's weird and glad to be so...
...but again easily distracted by awkward social exchanges.
Books were always things that he could use and he did not have any cookbooks on his wall, his shrine devoted to books, because he is a nerd for books and it shows.]
With these books your cabinets might be even less so, I will always need a guinea pig. Might be useful in my lessons with a Mister Clark Kent. [He says so as he flips to chapters that cover cake baking, that's what Clark wanted to show him and getting a leg up wouldn't hurt. After a moment he fixed his eyes on M. grinning and thoroughly humored that he'd slipped on the hoodie. Actually he wasn't expecting that, which explains the mild surprise that registers just before his humor.] Had to guess your measurements, but I figured you were somewhere between a Loki and a Thor.
[Yes, that is how Loki measures clothing, Loki is tall, but spare in terms of mass, there is muscle, but he seems hungry somehow. Thor is also tall...taller...and burly in the way one would expect a god to be. That intimidating, crush-you-like-a-bug kind of burly.]