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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 17, 2018 12:14:12 GMT -5
“Why do you care so much about what I did with Veidt,” Loki complained.
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Post by Teja on Mar 17, 2018 12:15:59 GMT -5
"I worship at your feet, sport-"
She was giggling uncontrollably in fits and starts.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 17, 2018 12:19:08 GMT -5
“Can you stop, please?” she said, wriggling herself back from Teja as simultaneously meaningfully and gently as she could. “It’s already bad enough that I’ve been put off of one shape-“
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Post by Teja on Mar 17, 2018 12:20:44 GMT -5
She tried to compose herself so that Loki would let her close enough to cuddle again.
"I've stopped, okay? Please can I come back?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 17, 2018 12:22:04 GMT -5
Loki nodded, but her mouth was still a little pinched as she let Teja back into her lap.
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Post by Teja on Mar 17, 2018 12:23:09 GMT -5
She hugged her waist. "I loooove youuuu."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 17, 2018 12:33:04 GMT -5
“Can I shower or something before we try to do anything?” she sighed. “I want to get him off of me-“
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Post by Teja on Mar 17, 2018 12:38:08 GMT -5
"I could shower with if you, if you want," she offered helpfully.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 17, 2018 12:40:20 GMT -5
“Of course I want,” she laughed, clasping Teja’s hands.
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Post by Teja on Mar 17, 2018 12:40:57 GMT -5
She swooped in to pepper Loki's knuckles with little kisses. "Oh good."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 17, 2018 20:46:26 GMT -5
Loki beamed back at her, but as she held the eye contact her face fell.
“...what do you two do?” she asked. “You and Veidt?”
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Post by Teja on Mar 17, 2018 20:47:43 GMT -5
Teja shrugged uncomfortably. "Well... now we really just talk. We haven't ... you know. In a while."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 17, 2018 20:48:31 GMT -5
“What did you do, then-“
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Post by Teja on Mar 17, 2018 20:49:26 GMT -5
"....You know, we had... intercourse."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 18, 2018 2:37:19 GMT -5
“Right,” she said, nodding unhappily. Her hair drooped in her face and she shoved it back again, but ended up holding her own forehead and leaning on one elbow. “Give me a moment to fully assess my own idiocy, please.”
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