Yeah? [kavinsky glances at the god, vaguely surprised, even though by now he knows that loki's life is fraught with violence, magic, complicated family relationships. it ain't nothing.
they emerge out onto a walkway. translucent, hologram-laced platform below, railings to keep people in. hovercars stream past, glittering like broken glass against a sky full of stars. in the distance, the arena is lit like a jewel. there are people around, but their conversation is nothing sensitive, so kavinsky has no compunction about
edging into loki's personal space. seeing if the god will step over toward the railing, cornered. or at least humor him, the boy with the gaunt face and the oil-slick smile.]
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they emerge out onto a walkway. translucent, hologram-laced platform below, railings to keep people in. hovercars stream past, glittering like broken glass against a sky full of stars. in the distance, the arena is lit like a jewel. there are people around, but their conversation is nothing sensitive, so kavinsky has no compunction about
edging into loki's personal space. seeing if the god will step over toward the railing, cornered. or at least humor him, the boy with the gaunt face and the oil-slick smile.]