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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 24, 2017 22:48:15 GMT -5
The doublewide mirror and sink allowed Teja and Loki to get ready for Veidt’s party together- at least, after Loki had managed to clean up the hair on the floor from the previous night. He had braided the hair on that side of his head and cut off the plait before he started shaving, which allowed him to present it to Teja as a little keepsake.
By now, however, that sentimentality had passed, and Loki- dressed almost entirely in green, little green shimmers smeared just under each eye, his hair teased a bit as though to emphasize the section he had shaved and vice-versa- was holding onto Teja from behind and nuzzling her throat in the mirror.
“Do you suppose the count even cares about the holiday?” he said teasingly, studying the effect of the two of them together in the mirror. “Or do you suppose he’s just sitting about being miserable?”
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Post by Teja on Dec 25, 2017 18:12:06 GMT -5
Loki was looking good. The teasing had done a lot for his whole glam-rock look and he was sweating the confidence it gave him - his feral grin, general handsiness and some fairly tight pants made her blush. She could tell in the mirror.
It was therefore a pity when his reference to Johannes made her stomach drop unexpectedly. She tried to conceal this from Loki by brushing it off. "Oh, I- I don't know. I'm sure there are customs from his part of the world he must be keeping." Not that she knew any of them. "Probably being smug and disgusted with the way Americans act as though our celebrations are holy traditions instead of things that developed only in the last century."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 25, 2017 19:03:12 GMT -5
Loki laughed and pulled her a little closer, nuzzling against her ear.
“You’re a mean one,” he began, half-laughing, “Mister Graf-“
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Post by Teja on Dec 25, 2017 19:09:47 GMT -5
That punctured her strange sense of dread and brought a sudden burst of laughter. "Stop-"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 25, 2017 19:16:01 GMT -5
“You really are a heel-“
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Post by Teja on Dec 25, 2017 19:52:04 GMT -5
She covered her mouth with her hand.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 25, 2017 20:00:42 GMT -5
“You really must concede, darling, his soul really is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,” Loki said knowingly.
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Post by Teja on Dec 25, 2017 20:14:21 GMT -5
"He has all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile..."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 25, 2017 20:18:10 GMT -5
“Given the choice between the two of them, I’d go with the seasick crocodile.”
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Post by Teja on Dec 25, 2017 21:18:47 GMT -5
She hummed the jazzy instrumental part of the song and started giggling.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 25, 2017 21:29:01 GMT -5
Loki wanted to scoop her up and spin her, but he refrained, not wanting to throw her off while she finished getting ready.
“What even goes on at these parties?” he asked, with a slightly bored sigh.
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Post by Teja on Dec 25, 2017 21:32:56 GMT -5
"I don't know, schmoozing?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 25, 2017 21:42:07 GMT -5
“Oh, lovely. Schmoozing. I hope Veidt found a good caterer.”
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Post by Teja on Dec 25, 2017 21:59:23 GMT -5
"Just roll up in there with a cardboard carrier of coffees and you'll be good," she said brightly, leaning into the mirror to adjust her earrings. Her outfit was all black and a little slinky, but her jewelry was art deco-Egyptian-inspired, for Adrian's sake.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 25, 2017 22:09:20 GMT -5
"Do you mind porting there?" he asked, giving his hair a last inspection.
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