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[hashtagging]

Congratulations. You have somehow managed to reach the phone of Loki Laufeyson. Leave your name, number, and willingness to do me a favor at the beep.

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[hyoscine]

...I'll keep that in mind. And I won't even tell the other Loki those are your methods of distinguishing yourself.

[hashtagging]

See, I knew I liked you for more than your fashionable outfits.

[hyoscine]

You mean it's not my girlish charms? I think I might be just a little bit hurt.

[hashtagging]

Well, they certainly do not hurt.

[hyoscine]

[She flushes a little at that, bumping her shoulder against his.]

Well that's good to know.

[hashtagging]

A fair word of warning, though. I have plenty of my own.

[ Loki gives her a playful wink. ]

[hyoscine]

Oh? And you're not sharing? [She shakes her head in mock disappointment.] For shame, Loki.

[hashtagging]

I could, if you really wanted.

[ His voice raises in octave as he shifts from male to female, giving her a teasing smile. ]

[hyoscine]

[A pause and then with droll flatness-]

...okay that's just not fair that you get to be attractive no matter what you turn into.

[hashtagging]

[ Loki let out a bark of laughter. ]

I could be ugly if I really wanted to, but it is not nearly as fun.

[hyoscine]

[She rolls her eyes at him a little, amused.]

No, I would imagine being attractive all the time does make life a lot easier.

[hashtagging]

As I am sure you know.

[hyoscine]

[A wry smile at that, and she rolls her eyes again.]

...please. There's a world and a half of difference between you and me, Loki.

[hashtagging]

Only in some ways.

[hyoscine]

[And quite despite herself, she leans closer, bumping her shoulder against his again.]

Oh yeah? How do you figure that?

[hashtagging]

Well, we are both cute, smart, not human, have a great sense of fashion, you know.

[ Not to say he's arrogant. ]

[hyoscine]

Well, I'm with you so far... Although I'm going to argue that you infinitely outclass me in attractiveness.

[He has reason to be, to be fair.]

[hashtagging]

I will accept that argument.

[ Because he is an ass. ]

[hyoscine]

And so modest too.

[A slight snort, followed by a huff of laughter.]

Here I was expecting a compliment or something.

[hashtagging]

That would be far too predictable. Not my style.

[ But he is obviously amused by the entire thing. ]

[hyoscine]

Well, that I certainly can't deny.

[She finally works up the nerve to do more than just bump against him, leaning to rest against his arm lightly.]

I kind of like that about you though.

[hashtagging]

I appreciate that.

[ Which is true. It is not often people find him anything but annoying. ]

[hyoscine]

Yeah?

[Please pretend she's not about to furiously blush here, okay? Okay.]

...how much?

[hashtagging]

What do you mean?

[ He looks over at her, raising his eyebrows. ]

[hyoscine]

[Pausing, because wow so flustered that didn't go how she imagined whoops.]

How much do you appreciate it, I mean...?