[ With a running commentary behind him as he explores, he swans around the kitchen and the dining table, staring at baking bread and tapping the furniture as he goes like a cat walking over everything in a house it knows it owns. ]
It's nice, I like it. Rustic. Is that a real fireplace? Oooh.
[ Loki cycles his way back over, sliding his hands up Chris's arms. ]
I hope you don't mind me getting all up in your space.
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It's nice, I like it. Rustic. Is that a real fireplace? Oooh.
[ Loki cycles his way back over, sliding his hands up Chris's arms. ]
I hope you don't mind me getting all up in your space.