[accidental video/action]

[friggmagnet]

[Axl has learned early on upon arriving in the City that leaving ones device outside of the bedroom is a good safe bet. Which is why when the feed cracks to life it is to a view of Axl's bedroom door. It doesn't stay so uninteresting for long, as suddenly a very loud and very female voice comes from behind the locked door.

The door bangs open, and a very tall blonde woman in boxer briefs and a baggy t-shirt emerges, looking none to pleased.]

Zeb! It happened again!

[The new figures slumps against the wall dejectedly, until noticing the blinking light on the device and dives at it.]

Shit!

[A moment of scrambling, and the feed ends.]




[ooc: Axl is going to be stuck in his girl body for a bit, because I am cruel to him and it's something which canonically happens to him now and again. Any and all comments about how Axl is much hotter as a woman are actively encouraged.]

Comments

[infernoandhearth]

I don't need to. But I will. If you want.

[friggmagnet]

It's fine, man.

[infernoandhearth]

Alright. What about the bra?

[friggmagnet]

I don't know. How big are your tits when you're a chick?

[infernoandhearth]

[Luke Chloes, and then looks down. And then turns back.] Not even nearly as large as yours, not that it matters. I intended to get you your own, if this is the sort of thing that happens to you regularly.

[friggmagnet]

I hope it isn't regular. It was only once before this.

[infernoandhearth]

Well, it doesn't matter, really, all my clothing is fire, anyway. Colour preferences? I'm assuming you'd rather not go at all?

[friggmagnet]

Fire?

[infernoandhearth]

[Luke ponders a moment, leans forward slightly, and then his shirt is fire. Like. He's wearing a fire shirt.]

It's easier than owning clothing. And I assume you'd prefer your chest not catch on fire.

[friggmagnet]

Whoa! That is seriously freaky man.

[infernoandhearth]

And useful and fun, which is the best kind of freaky.

Bra, Axl. Bra.

[friggmagnet]

So you're just going to bring me bras? Why would you do that?

[infernoandhearth]

Because you're Odin. And I'm Loki. And we're friends.

[friggmagnet]

Oh. Thanks, mate.

[infernoandhearth]

What size are you?

[friggmagnet]

Um... big?

[infernoandhearth]

I'll come by and check.

[friggmagnet]

Just keep your hands to yourself, eh.

[infernoandhearth]

I can only promise "mostly". I can't eye-measure, Axl. I'm not that good.

[friggmagnet]

[Crossing his arms now.]

Fine but make it quick.

[infernoandhearth]

[Grin. Video off. Door knock.]

[friggmagnet]

[Axl had tried to get dressed with what he had, but it turns now none of his jeans fit anymore (stupid curvy lady hips). He went for his one pair of track pants, cuffed at the bottom, and an over-sized sweatshirt.]

Hey man.

[infernoandhearth]

[Luke strolls in, and grins at her, amused that she's still slightly taller than him. It's difficult to get a sense of scale in videos.]

Hallo. You're still wearing a t-shirt under that sweater, right?

[friggmagnet]

Yeah. Why?

[infernoandhearth]

[A smile and a shrug.] Because you need to take off your sweater if you're looking for a proper measurement. Ideally, the shirt as well, but I'm being realistic.