[ Toeing off his boots at the door again, Chris pads into the house and shuts the glass door behind him, not wanting to let anything that isn't supposed to be there come into the house — mostly flies, but he can't rule out a curious horse or two these days — before looking around to see where Loki's gone. He spots a mop of dark hair over the back of the couch and makes a beeline for it, leaning his arms on the back of the couch and bending down to rest his chin on the top of Loki's head. ]
Couldn't wait, hm? [ Not that Chris can blame him. Not to toot his own horn, or anything, but if there's one thing Chris knows he can knock out of the park every time, it's chili. There's a reason he made some on the day he knew Loki was coming to visit. ] How's the bread?
[ He wanders off to fix himself his own lunch, slicing off a thick piece of bread and indulging in some butter on top to accompany his chili before returning to the living room so he can sit beside Loki and peer at the book in his hands as he eats. ]
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Couldn't wait, hm? [ Not that Chris can blame him. Not to toot his own horn, or anything, but if there's one thing Chris knows he can knock out of the park every time, it's chili. There's a reason he made some on the day he knew Loki was coming to visit. ] How's the bread?
[ He wanders off to fix himself his own lunch, slicing off a thick piece of bread and indulging in some butter on top to accompany his chili before returning to the living room so he can sit beside Loki and peer at the book in his hands as he eats. ]