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[ikols]

I can't fault you. I fucked off too.

[ He brings his legs up, sitting cross-legged as he picks at his doughnut. ]

Besides, you're never splattered over any pages anymore.

[voicelog]

Yeah, and I'd like to keep it that way.

[ it has been nice being away from the spotlight. can't say he misses it. ]

So, [ he rests his arms on top of the counter across from the one loki is currently perched on. ] what's been going on with you?

[ikols]

[ Loki chins a hand, elbow on a knee, and looks about as innocent as can be. If he wasn't, you know, him, it would be a credibly open expression. ]

Living my quiet underground life, like someone else I could mention.

[voicelog]

Really? [ doesn't sound like him. ] A quiet underground life doesn't seem to fit your style.

[ikols]

What is my style, genius?

[voicelog]

[ SHRUGS. ]

Drama. Chaos. Mischief.

[ikols]

[ Loki blinks, watching him steadily. He can be those things (very easily), so with a tilt of his chin toward Tony he asks, ]

But you'll offer me doughnuts and let me sit on your desk because my horns aren't two feet off my head?

[voicelog]

I'm offering you doughnuts and letting you sit on my desk because you aren't a bad kid. Nosy and a little annoying, but not bad.

[ he's had worse company. ]

[ikols]

Kid?

[ He unfurls, sitting upright. Swings his legs free and hops down, taking slow, measured steps toward Tony's desk, no one to be well-behaved for anymore (so long, Peter) making him more reckless with how much he can get away with, especially with Tony. Seeing how far he can push Stark has only been curtailed by the soft heart that told him Don't piss him off for no reason, come help me make dinner. And he is gone. ]

I'm so bored, you have no idea. Flies on the brain, they're never still, I don't even know .... what I'm going to do.

[ Coming to a halt, he shrugs to mirror the way Tony did it to him. His eyes stay unblinking. ]

[voicelog]

[ he watches him slink over with a slight arch to his brow. right. loki doesn't like being called a kid. ]

If you have so much free time on your hands, [ he regards him with an unperturbed smile. ] I have some volunteer work you can help me out with. Should help with some of those flies. [ he gives his temple an indicative tap. ]

[ikols]

Volunteer?

[ It's a dirty word. ]

[voicelog]

Yep. Volunteer work. You know, that thing you do when you freely offer up your skills to perform services for the community out of the kindness and generosity of your heart. I'm sure it's right up your alley.

[ he's a real comic, this one. ]

[ikols]

[ What a patronising asshole. Loki gives it some thought, deciding, ]

If Squirrel Girl does it, I could be convinced.

[voicelog]

Sure. I'll shoot her a text.

[ so that at least one more person on this earth will know that he isn't actually dead in an alley somewhere. ]

[ikols]

Why do you have her number? You're like two dozen years older than her.

[ Snerk. ]

[voicelog]

She messaged me first.

[ also he's only 36. it's not that old! ]

[ikols]

Are you showing her proper respect?

[voicelog]

Don't ask stupid questions, Loki.

[ikols]

This is no jest, she is my friend. Unlike you.

[voicelog]

[ cue an eyeroll. ]

I treat everyone who deserves respect with respect, so yes, I am.

[ikols]

I will know if not.

[ Narrowing his eyes, he slouches away to touch whatever is on the nearest desk. ]

Your definition of who deserves respect could use a little work, if we're not lying.

[voicelog]

Oh, is that right? [ he straightens back up as he leans his hip against the edge of the worktable, his gaze following after loki and his wandering hands. ] Let me guess, you're gonna tell me it could use work where you're concerned.

[ikols]

As a matter of fact, I was. How astonishingly perceptive of you. [ Such shock must be real! ] But I don't mean me-me, I mean the boy.

[voicelog]

I haven't spoken to him in months.

[ikols]

You are the worst role-model a child could have, a melted spoon would have more gravitas.

[ Sighing, he very impressively holds back some meaner things he could say and generously gets to the point. ]

You have to check in on him.