Pretty sure you've got me mistaken for someone else.
[ A flimsy retort, sure, but how in the hell does Loki know his name? He crosses his arms, feet suitably sticking to the edge of the stair-roof. ]
And I'm good here, thanks β I've got the night air, and a great vantage point; I could see my house from here. [ He does not, in fact, have a house here. ] Yeah, this is the spot I want to be.
[ But he's eying Loki now, and not the view. ]
Well, this is awkward. Listen, I like you and all, but we are just friends. Right?
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[ A flimsy retort, sure, but how in the hell does Loki know his name? He crosses his arms, feet suitably sticking to the edge of the stair-roof. ]
And I'm good here, thanks β I've got the night air, and a great vantage point; I could see my house from here. [ He does not, in fact, have a house here. ] Yeah, this is the spot I want to be.
[ But he's eying Loki now, and not the view. ]
Well, this is awkward. Listen, I like you and all, but we are just friends. Right?