[ Tink! goes their bottles, cheers. His lip twitches when asked if Scandinavian; his Asgardian accent never really got eclipsed by the American language in all his lives. ]
Ah. I'm the god, actually.
[ After a long siiip, he licks his lips and gives a shrug. ]
no subject
[ Tink! goes their bottles, cheers. His lip twitches when asked if Scandinavian; his Asgardian accent never really got eclipsed by the American language in all his lives. ]
Ah. I'm the god, actually.
[ After a long siiip, he licks his lips and gives a shrug. ]
Mischief and such.