Memory Theater

[doeswhathewants]

One of those weekends, I suppose.

[ooc: Nope, he has noo idea the memory was posted.]

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[asofwar]

[Share the bed with Thor.

Moving on that's gross, Loki. That's violating the Bro Code.]

If she and I are the same, then I will tell you the blade is always at hand's reach. No matter the companion, not that it is your concern.

[doeswhathewants]

Obviously it is my concern. Especially when needing to borrow a lock of your hair.

[It is gross, Sif. And how boorish to sleep in the bare. Tsk.]

[asofwar]

Her hair. You do not come near mine again. The name and the blade is where similiarities will end. If I do not compare you to him, do me the favour in return.

[Now she mad :(]

[doeswhathewants]

You have raised a fair point, Sif. [Just smiiiling.] Though I will say that even in other worlds, Sif is the epitome of strength, and beauty. [He's not flirting. Just sucking up a little.]

[asofwar]

Not the time.

[doeswhathewants]

I can see how that would be taken the wrong way, yes. [He didn't mean naked.]

[asofwar]

Nor the honesty. You need not spread praise where it is not needed.

[doeswhathewants]

Even if it is truth? I thought truth ought to be spread.

[asofwar]

You would spin this your way through any means.

[doeswhathewants]

I'm thirteen, Sif, do you think me so talented? [Say no and you admit to his being truthful, say yes and you're complimenting him on how smart he is. Heads he wins, tails you lose.]

[asofwar]

I will not answer that.

[HAAAAAH!!!]

[doeswhathewants]

Spoilsport.

[asofwar]

Sore loser.

[doeswhathewants]

Sour not-winner.

[asofwar]

One and the same.

[doeswhathewants]

You and I? Well, we obviously have the better hair color, but some of the bits are quite a bit different.

[asofwar]

[._________________.]

[doeswhathewants]

Your lack of response obviously means I win.

[asofwar]

Hah.

[doeswhathewants]

I'll not think less of you for it.