[ A wave of his hand and Chris' are clean with a tingle, fresh and ozone-y. Loki curls up with him, brushing his fingers up the nape of a neck and into soft, short hairs. ]
He'll make friends and let himself out when he wants. Don't worry if he has company, he's a good boy.
[ Loki would say the same of himself, of course. ]
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He'll make friends and let himself out when he wants. Don't worry if he has company, he's a good boy.
[ Loki would say the same of himself, of course. ]