[ Loki sits at a back-corner away from the perky morning clientele, green hood pulled up over a garish yellow cap where he sits with his cheek in a hand, nursing a coffee. Having gone on a bender for the first time since Thor last bailed him out of the precinct back home he feels more than a little out of practice in the art of Getting Wasted, yet has somehow refrained from buying anything to eat before his breakfast date arrives.
As much as he enjoys harassing Tony for his attention, most of the comfort therein is never getting it, so to now have his company when Loki has neither showered or brushed his teeth has him more than a little wrong-footed. He will have to make up for this in the future, somehow. He will have to be glorious, the next time they meet ...
Spying Tony's entrance, he raises a hand in some effort at flagging him down. It isn't difficult to spot the out-of-place Asgardian hunched like a dying worm over a latte amidst the bright early-birds, however. ]
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As much as he enjoys harassing Tony for his attention, most of the comfort therein is never getting it, so to now have his company when Loki has neither showered or brushed his teeth has him more than a little wrong-footed. He will have to make up for this in the future, somehow. He will have to be glorious, the next time they meet ...
Spying Tony's entrance, he raises a hand in some effort at flagging him down. It isn't difficult to spot the out-of-place Asgardian hunched like a dying worm over a latte amidst the bright early-birds, however. ]
Morning ... youuu.
[ Fingergun! ]