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[justwonthegame]

[Mike looks paler than usual. Also, he's rather futilely got his coat on and a quilt wrapped around him. He knows it's not helping but. He's possibly a little bit worried about it feeling WORSE if he takes them off? Whatever.

He could have just called Ty, but admittedly, he wants to complain publicly, now that it doesn't matter because everyone knows everything anyway.]

Ty: your powers are shit. If you're still in your ice castle, get the hell out of it. [pause...] What about slushies, can you taste those?

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[doeswhathewants]

Shaken milk? Snow cones? [Oh so amused. He remembers you people.]

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[justwonthegame]

[Mike's face is almost entirely unguarded malice. He's going to try to be tricky about this.
He's a Johnson.
This will probably be funny.]

Hm. I couldn't say.

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[doeswhathewants]

Why the sudden and awkward hate-on?

No, you could not. But you could try them. This is me, being helpful.

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[justwonthegame]

[A smile. It's a bit tight but. It's a smile.] We don't talk often. Or ever. You're misinterpreting.

If they're something that will make me colder, then there's no point, is there.

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[doeswhathewants]

That expression? Never. [Just the most dubious look.] But if you say so.

If the point is to embrace the curse for the day and enjoy it?

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[justwonthegame]

I'd really like to see you try enjoying being always cold.

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[doeswhathewants]

Frost giant. I doubt I'd notice a difference. [Smug bastard.]

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[justwonthegame]

Really. Care to put that to the test?

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[doeswhathewants]

No. I've things to do today rather than play.

[allthingsdarkandcold]

[Ty on the other hand, is looking downright chipper, and his camera is picking him up in the middle of a restaurant, his table is covered with everything he loves.]

I told you.

No, you can't taste them.

[justwonthegame]

Why the hell not, we're both cold. [He's still pretty irritated, but it eases off into a light sulk when he sees Ty. Alright. He'll trade one of his good days for one of Ty's shit days. Fine.]

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[justwonthegame]

Oh, well, if you don't think you can handle it.

[allthingsdarkandcold]

Try it for yourself and see.

[He takes a big drink of coffee, eyes almost rolling back in his head with pleasure both at the taste and the warmth.]

And all the blankets and coats in the world aren't going to help when the cold's on the inside.

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[doeswhathewants]

That is flattering, truly. But even if I did swing that way (which I do not), I am yet below the age of consent.

Just F.Y.I.

[justwonthegame]

[Mike makes a face. He doesn't really want to try drinking something cold when he's already cold.]

Saunas?

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[justwonthegame]

That wasn't what I was talking about at all!

[allthingsdarkandcold]

No joy. You think I didn't try? I'd have traded in the freezer in my house for a sauna if it made a difference.

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[doeswhathewants]

You asked me if I could handle it.

I've no desire to handle anything of yours.

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[justwonthegame]

The cold.

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[doeswhathewants]

If it's cold, I certainly don't want to handle it.

[justwonthegame]

Maybe there's a magic god sauna. [He's just being flip now, though. A deep sigh. And then he says this reluctantly:] I'm sorry for not taking your shit god powers seriously, Ty. Maybe there's a way to fix it, here.

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[justwonthegame]

I'm not coming on to you! Why would I ever be coming on to a Loki?

[Or a man. Or a...kid. Ok, now he's rethinking all this shit.]

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[doeswhathewants]

I've no idea, but it is a bit creepy.

[allthingsdarkandcold]

I think you should try my shit god powers for a week or two before you apologise. Maybe a few years. In the meantime, I'll enjoy hunting and gaming and... skiing.

You'll be fine tomorrow if what everyone says is true, and you can go back to being warm and eating what you want and winning all the games.

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[justwonthegame]

Just forget it.

[justwonthegame]

I think you're pushing your luck.

I'll be fine tomorrow. As for you, we're in a magic city. There's bound to be something here. I've let this sit too long. [And eventually you're going to go and kill yourself behind his back.]

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[doeswhathewants]

I only wish I could. But it shall take multiple therapy sessions to erase this from my mind.

[allthingsdarkandcold]

[He'll get better.]

I'm going to enjoy a day of pushing your luck, actually.

And what's it going to take to fix things for me short of getting rid of Hod entirely? You let me know when you find a good god exorcist.