Memeboxing

[not_that_shady]

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[hates_thunder]

[It's a sunny day and a bit warm for some folks. At an interdimensional beach house a lot of people gather, enjoying the sun and sand and water.]

[Well, most of them are enjoying it.]

[Inside the house sits a lanky, dark-haired fellow in loose, comfortable clothing, lounging on a sofa and gazing out the window. A fan is running and he's got a drink that seems to be more ice than anything else.]

[Nice and cool, innit?]

[not_that_shady]

[It is, and he's not the only one hiding from the heat in there.]

[Seated in the corner and curled in some sort of cloak is a blue-skinned girl that occasionally reaches out a slender hand to pluck up her own dark, iced drink from the table.]

[hates_thunder]

[He's been eyeing her, not only because the cloak cannot hide those curves but also because, well, she's blue. The orange hair is a bit unnatural, but for all he knows it could be an affectation.]

[There's a pause as he sips the drink. Then, since Loki Laufeyson has never been accused of self-denial, he clears his throat very softly.]

I can't help but notice you and I are the only ones in here.

[Not as direct as he'd like, but one can try subtlety every once in a while.]

[not_that_shady]

[She uncrosses her legs. It takes a few seconds; that's a lot of leg.]

So it would seem... I guess that means you'd like to talk.

[She's smirking playfully as she says this.]

[hates_thunder]

[Of course he'd like to talk. The only way to bloody shut him up is to sew his bleedin lips shut and even that didn't last ne-hee-hee-HEARLY long enough.]

[Then again, it's not the ONLY thing he'd like to do, especially not after having watched all that leg. Where do they end?!]

[He returns her playful smirk with a similar one of his own.]

That'll certainly do for a start.

[not_that_shady]

[She leans forward a bit, sliding off the seat and moving to his table.]

...What's your name? And are you... human? You look like one.

[But he doesn't seem like one. The energy he gives off is profoundly different and orders of magnitude stronger.]

[hates_thunder]

I do look human, don't I? That's an unfortunate side-effect of living in Asgard--Asgardians and humans look alike. [Though, closer to, one might notice the skin on his fingers that's in contact with the glass is bluer than any kind of hypoxia could possibly manage. He raises this glass and takes a leisurely sip before continuing.]

My name is Loki. Yours?

[not_that_shady]

[Oh, she notices this. Although she isn't quite sure what to make of it. She returns her focus to his face, sweeping her hair out of the way.]

...Midna. What is an Asgardian? Mmhmn, besides what you are, of course.