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αм ι иoт нuмαи?
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αм ι иoт нuмαи?
{ - x - } { - indie oc rp blog ; may contain nsfw and troubling topics. }
{ thecharmingkiller stepped out into the ocean. }
” .. - Y’gonna .. stare some more, or can I actually help you in some way?”
“What can you help me with, love?”
” .. Evidently not reaching high places. But, I don’t know. I’m pretty flexible. What do you want help with?”
He observed her a great deal more seriously than he had done before; than, perhaps, he had done ever before; and the candy stick was long forgotten now. Of course, Loki had known she was completely different. He had any thought processes as to how, and why, of course, but he hadn’t been exactly able to place it. Until now, of course.
“I can relate to such a thing,” Loki said. “I would rather have enemies than friends. Though, your use of ‘merchandise’ is intriguing. Why use such a word?”
” — I’m a machine. Perfect weapon, erected as a human. I’m not a person. I’m not even a thing, really. Merchandise fit the title because I — belong to people now.” Mouth set in a line, she tilted her chin back to reveal the three dashes below her jawline. “See? I’m signed.”
So she’s casual about it. But then she settles back onto him.
“That’s never a good way to be, Loki. Sometimes, however much they may seem like spare parts - friends can, like, help.”
{ thecharmingkiller stepped out into the ocean. }
” .. - Y’gonna .. stare some more, or can I actually help you in some way?”
Listening with a sense of feigned interest, he sighed afterward, feeling a little obliged. It wasn’t like he could find anything to aid his mood today; so it wouldn’t hurt.
Taking the small, white stick, he examined it, before sliding the whole thing in his mouth, having a little difficulty crunching it to begin with, but continuing, and brushing off the powder with a look of distaste.
.. She gave a little smile as he took the stick, but numbness in her arm made her pause. Always made her throat tighten a little. When the realization struck that she — wasn’t really human. Wasn’t there.
” — I should go. Try not to kill anyone. It’s not a good .. not a good feeling in the end, y’know?”
He found it wasn’t actually so bad, really, and swallowed, it lifting dull spirits, however dull they were. Still.
At her announcing she was to leave his presence he remained quiet a moment, allowing her the time to leave a little, before glancing toward her.
“You aren’t alike other mortals, are you?”
She’d already allowed the tinted glass behind her eyes to brighten as he spoke - and as that action of his stopped her on her way. Letting the light die again, her mouth pressed in a thin line. She didn’t turn to face him until she could smile. “I used to be.” 
“I used to not have many friends, more enemies. And I died. Now I’m merchandise, so .. I’m a walking, talking lesson to be learned.”
Listening with a sense of feigned interest, he sighed afterward, feeling a little obliged. It wasn’t like he could find anything to aid his mood today; so it wouldn’t hurt.
Taking the small, white stick, he examined it, before sliding the whole thing in his mouth, having a little difficulty crunching it to begin with, but continuing, and brushing off the powder with a look of distaste.
.. She gave a little smile as he took the stick, but numbness in her arm made her pause. Always made her throat tighten a little. When the realization struck that she — wasn’t really human. Wasn’t there.
” — I should go. Try not to kill anyone. It’s not a good .. not a good feeling in the end, y’know?”
” - Yeah, okay, whatever, so we both kinda suck, and like .. are shitty people. But that’s okay. I mean, I ain’t even fuckin’ alive, so .. we’ll be fine.”
He turned, glaring, gaze flicking viciously from herself, to the little stick of ‘candy’ in her hand.
“I know not what they are. No,” he said, glancing away.
“Candy cigarettes are sweets introduced in the early 20th century made out of chalky sugar, wrapped in paper as to resemble cigarettes. Their place on the market has long been controversial because many critics believe the candy desensitizes children, leading them to become smokers later in life.”
— … She hated when she did that.
“I wish not to discuss this matter with you. That is all you need know. I will be civil, if you do not discuss this topic.”
..
“I think you’ve done okay without one. So .. - I mean.. — I like you. I think, despite being broody and not liking my nicknames, I think you’re cool.”
.. Fathers day. It clicked now. She was just .. stabbing in the dark but ..
.. a hand rustled about in her pocket. A little, quiet tone followed.
” — Candy stick?”
