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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 9, 2018 21:09:43 GMT -5
Despite the fact that office parties were kind of known for this kind of thing, Adrian opted against returning to the party with a rumpled, obviously recently clutched-at shirt and similarly disarrayed hair. The floor of the building that housed, among a few other things, his office and personal suite, was currently deserted; he had to use his key fob to open the office doors.
The office was silent, unlit except the light of the city pouring in through the windows opposite the doors. The high-backed desk chair, however, had been turned to face the window.
Adrian tensed. The chair creaked slightly, as though the person inside it were adjusting their position. The sound brought him back to reality and the most obvious answer, and his fighting stance relaxed into one of irritation.
“Loki,” he said wearily.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 9, 2018 21:11:57 GMT -5
THe chair turned. Loki gracefully swung one leg over the edge as he rotated into view, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
“Evening,” he said. “Thought I might catch you up here. I’ll be having my knife back, thank you.”
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 9, 2018 21:33:00 GMT -5
"Don't let this keep you from the party," said Adrian, retrieving it with something akin to sleight of hand that would have impressed a certain ex of his. He could have tossed it so it landed, quivering, stuck in the desk, but why would he damage anything he owned for the sake of showing off to a madman? Teja's teasing was beginning to come back to him, in particular the jokes about him trying to catch the eye of some motorcycle-driving, leather-clad upperclassman. He shook his head and firmly pushed that out of mind, approaching Loki rather casually to hand him the blade.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 9, 2018 21:37:55 GMT -5
“Oh, I’m going home soon,” said Loki, stretching to extend his other leg up and onto the desk, leaving them at an angle that bordered on obscene. He held out his hand to receive the knife and eyed Adrian a little critically. “But I don’t trust you with sharp objects after that little reveal of yours back there.”
He waved his fingers in an impatient little rippling motion.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 9, 2018 21:38:59 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes. "Charming."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 9, 2018 21:39:40 GMT -5
“Don’t keep me waiting,” Loki wheedled.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 9, 2018 21:55:00 GMT -5
He clapped the knife into his open palm, a bit irritated by Loki's refusal to take it, and not unaware that there had to be a reason behind it. The reason could have just been to provoke that exact irritation, of course, but it paid to be paranoid.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 9, 2018 21:59:28 GMT -5
Loki’s smile tightened as he pulled the knife back toward himself. He flicked it open and spun the end lightly against the tip of his opposite index finger.
“So this is where the big ideas happen, hmm?” he said, leaning back in the chair. “The seat upon which the world turns?”
He glanced around the room in a slightly exaggerated fashion, then back at Adrian.
“Not the kind of throne room I’m used to, but it seems to serve its purposes. What do the two of you get up to in here, anyway?”
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 9, 2018 22:00:57 GMT -5
"The two of us?" he asked lightly.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 9, 2018 22:07:43 GMT -5
“Well, I meant you and Teja,” Loki asked, pushing up from the chair now, “but for all I know you and what’s his name have a grand old time up here when no one’s looking.”
He moved around the desk and leaned on the front.
“Suppose you’d have to draw the blinds for that, though. Heaven forbid someone over there in the Empire State has a telescope- unless that’s one of your little oddities, of course.”
He looked terribly self-satisfied, though that faded into a mild frown when he met Adrian’s eyes again.
“Bad guess? Hm. Excuse me.”
He tucked the knife somewhere in his sleeve and leaned back on the heels of his hands.
“You know,” Loki said irritably, “it’s not as though you look much like your little dolls, either.”
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 9, 2018 22:09:03 GMT -5
"They look like the character in the tv series," he explained calmly, avoiding the rest.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 9, 2018 22:11:52 GMT -5
“Doesn’t mine?” Loki countered. “Or does it just give your ego another stroke to think you’ve got me at the end of your rope? Trying to keep two for two after Manhattan?”
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 9, 2018 22:12:52 GMT -5
He pinched the bridge of his nose before he realized he was doing it. "And here I thought we were finally on good terms."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 9, 2018 22:16:23 GMT -5
“Yeah, and I thought you’d managed to get whatever rigid object of choice you enjoy out of your rear where this was concerned until I saw you running across the room in a panic because, what, I cut my hair?”
He made a little scoffing noise.
“For someone who calls himself the smartest man in the world, you’re not terribly adaptive. Just saying.”
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 9, 2018 22:21:00 GMT -5
Adrian gave him a terrible smile.
"You have... forgive me... a remarkably well-attested habit of having breakdowns under stress. If your haircut had been any indication of a breakdown... I would rather have known sooner than later."
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