Loki was bored - a feeling that he very much disliked. He was sitting in his room, considering, planning, and yearning for some action. Any kind of action would be fine.
Well, it would hardly come find him here, he figured.
Getting up, he grabbed a sleeveless t-shirt that hung over the back of his chair and put it on. Almost a week after his violent encounter with the other Loki, his arms still looked scratched, but no longer as if they'd been attacked with hot knives.
Trying to decide where to go, he opened his door --
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Date: Friday, 29 January 2010 22:19 (UTC)Well, it would hardly come find him here, he figured.
Getting up, he grabbed a sleeveless t-shirt that hung over the back of his chair and put it on. Almost a week after his violent encounter with the other Loki, his arms still looked scratched, but no longer as if they'd been attacked with hot knives.
Trying to decide where to go, he opened his door --
--and almost walked into a water bucket.