[ Chris has moved on to a different stall, this one apparently selling dinnerware of some kind, when he hears a voice call out what he assumes is a hail for him specifically.
Turning away from the table in front of him, he watches a tall, slender figure weave its way through the crowd, a cloak billowing behind him even in the close quarters and the still air. Somehow, that level of drama feels entirely expected, though he is mildly surprised not to see that golden crown adorning Loki's head. Guess the horns weren't attached after all. ]
Loki. [ He holds out his hand, looking Loki up and down, noting the old-fashioned clothing he wears beneath the cloak with mild amusement. ] Nice cloak.
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Turning away from the table in front of him, he watches a tall, slender figure weave its way through the crowd, a cloak billowing behind him even in the close quarters and the still air. Somehow, that level of drama feels entirely expected, though he is mildly surprised not to see that golden crown adorning Loki's head. Guess the horns weren't attached after all. ]
Loki. [ He holds out his hand, looking Loki up and down, noting the old-fashioned clothing he wears beneath the cloak with mild amusement. ] Nice cloak.