Hanged man, then. [He chimes in not a minute or so later, tucking his gloved hands into his own pockets— and tilting his head just to one side to study the look on Loki's face.
It's a habit that clings, owlish and sharp, as he sits across from Loki once they're at a rickety little table shoved halfway into a corner, the place reeking of so much body odor tonight.]
All right, go on, then. Tell me what's eating away at you...
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It's a habit that clings, owlish and sharp, as he sits across from Loki once they're at a rickety little table shoved halfway into a corner, the place reeking of so much body odor tonight.]
All right, go on, then. Tell me what's eating away at you...
Aside from her, that is.