ammay made me

[filou]

[ one if by land, two if by sea... and wave that sucker back and forth if you're trying to see if your creepy BFF is actually watching from her hole in the ground. We're gods of time and space here; fuck the nightmare arc or whatever fancy name it has. Loki's currently leaning out his window, waving his lantern back and forth in what looks like some bizarre rave ritual. Perhaps the lantern isn't far enough out the window; he leans out a bit further, hoping REALLY HARD that his foothold holds. If Leah doesn't respond in some way or form soon, he may have to start texting.

I don't care if you're dead, dying, or one legged, tag me. ]

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[filou]

[ it is way too late to be trolled; when Balder wakes up one day sans hair, let it be known that it was tonight that caused it ]

The volume, his stature, the centuries worth of experience-

[ yawn! ]

I shall have to ask him in lessons on how to be intimidating in the morrow.

[dusk_and_dawn]

[You've got hair too, Loki. FOR NOW.]

All right, all right. I shall torment you in the morn. Or, more likely, the other way 'round.

[filou]

May dreams come as airy spirits to you, Lord Balder.

[ and may your hair turn white and you grow girthy again B'(( ]