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[asofwar]

[A short clip, unintentional; a brave NPC seems to think Sif is his designated partner for the tango, so he catches her on her way home from a stroll. Starting position is as far as he goes.]

Refrain. [Afterwards, the device seemingly falls to the ground; the sounds of a struggle follow, albeit a pacific one, and then hurried steps: someone running away. The feed turns off.]

AUDIO; PUBLIC

[Not even five minutes later; there's only the silence the interior of a home can offer, and her clipped tone.] I do not dance. Just to make it clear.

Whether I can or cannot is an entirely different matter, but the important detail here is that I choose not to. Your Midgardian dances are strange and the hands of men who have imposed a dance on me thus far get too clammy for my tastes.

If this is a curse, I will await its ending where I do not risk offense. I advise whoever intends to visit to heed my warning.

[The feed ends.]

[ooc; Very unaffected.]

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[hulkbusted]

LEAVE IT ALONE

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[infernoandhearth]

[After some pondering]

Another male Hulk?

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[hulkbusted]

I'm blocking you for the rest of the weekend. I'll call you on Monday and I don't want to hear a word, allusion, or question about my sex life.

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[infernoandhearth]

Technically, you're not hearing anything right now. Unless you're reading my texts aloud.

If you're not taking up any of my immensely reasonable offers, why are you calling me Monday?

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[hulkbusted]

I have more sensors for you.

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[infernoandhearth]

For the sewers again?

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[hulkbusted]

No. We'll talk about it Monday.

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[infernoandhearth]

I shall anticipate it the rest of the weekend.