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[voicelog]

[ sorry, bud. can't keep bffs from telling each other things. ]

So, kinda like a club for magic users then.

[ikols]

Exactly. It keeps out the riff-raff.

[ The longest pause as he sips his shake. ]

No offence.

[voicelog]

None taken.

[ he doesn't drink and he isn't into magic, so it isn't a fit for him in the first place. ]

Sounds like you're doing pretty well for yourself.

[ikols]

How do you feel about that?

[ Chinning a hand to show him those large green eyes. Go on. Show him how interested you are in his life, Tony. ]

[voicelog]

[ ha. what kind of question is that?

he rests his arms on top of the table, setting his cup down. ]

How do you want me to feel about it?

[ikols]

[ Smoothly, he answers, ] I want you to feel how best it feels to be you about it.

[ One of his hands raises to the straw of his drink to adjust it, the palm red from a long cut that has barely healed while Loki chins his other hand. ]

[voicelog]

[ loki just earned himself an eyeroll.

he doesn't miss the scar on his palm, so— ] What happened there? [ time for a subject change. ]

[ikols]

Cut myself shaving. [ On his hand. He gives him a flat look. ] I played with scissors, if that works better.

[voicelog]

[ he holds up his hands. ]

You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

[ikols]

If I tell you the real reason, you'll go all superhero on me and wag at least one finger.

[voicelog]

In that case, forget I asked. I don't want to know.