[ it may look more like a date than either of them quite intended, truthfully. the click of heels on cobblestone is the first indication that she's arrived, but she steps into view a moment later. wearing black, curls pinned loosely at her nape with emeralds, and with emeralds in her ears, she's obviously trying to look as unruffled about this whole thing as she's pretending that she is. there's a twinge of anxiety in the slight curve of her painted mouth, though, even as she smiles at the sight of him. ]
Clint. [ she hesitates a moment, then reaches out, smoothing at an invisible wrinkle in the human's collar. ] There's a place I like a few streets away. [ mostly for the people-watching, but the food is fairly decent, too, when she bothers to eat at all. ] Nothing terribly unfamiliar by Midgardian standards.
[Of course she's gorgeous. She always is, except in the times she's deliberately trying to lay low. Even then, she's enchanting. It might be deliberate, or she might have just forgotten herself, but when she reaches out, all instinct in Clint says to take her hand and kiss the back of it.
If it aches to remember yet again that this is not the Loki he knows and that, actually, for something that is not a date, that is definitely not appropriate, he tries to hide that from his face. Maybe if he just pretends he was being polite to a lady. Ugh. Idiot.
He doesn't drop her hand like it's hot, but he does lower it, let go, shove his own hands into pockets.]
For all the things around here that are unfamiliar, there's a lot that isn't, too.
[ the kiss to her hand makes her flush, and she has to forcefully shapeshift the color in her face away to hide it. she's fine. this is just dinner with a.. semi-friend. they're going to have fascinating fae-food, watch strangers, and chat. that's all. clint is in love with another loki, and he's sort of.. married to them, and to his wife. this is just dinner.
still, she tucks her hand into the crook of his arm, allowing him to be her escort as she turns them down a street toward the restaurant in question. ]
Mm, the fae seem to have taken many cues over the years from Midgard and human culture. That's often part of the mythology, though, so I suppose I'm not surprised. [ her fingers press his arm gently. ] How are you managing?
Oh, y'know. I'm adaptable if nothing else. [It's strange to be in a body that's his but also distinctly not his. To be around people that know a different him. His roommate is a little teenage Japanese girl with moth antenna. Steve doesn't recognize him. It's fine. It's good. It's great.] Beats putting on a stupid outfit and jumping around anytime the Grandmaster tells me to do a flip.
[You know. Little things. He accepts the hand on his arm and the way he is not allowed to think of this Loki as his Loki, this is not 'Aunt Leah', and this is not a date (but what it is seems yet to be determined).]
Any particular reason for this shift, or you just felt like it today?
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Clint. [ she hesitates a moment, then reaches out, smoothing at an invisible wrinkle in the human's collar. ] There's a place I like a few streets away. [ mostly for the people-watching, but the food is fairly decent, too, when she bothers to eat at all. ] Nothing terribly unfamiliar by Midgardian standards.
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If it aches to remember yet again that this is not the Loki he knows and that, actually, for something that is not a date, that is definitely not appropriate, he tries to hide that from his face. Maybe if he just pretends he was being polite to a lady. Ugh. Idiot.
He doesn't drop her hand like it's hot, but he does lower it, let go, shove his own hands into pockets.]
For all the things around here that are unfamiliar, there's a lot that isn't, too.
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still, she tucks her hand into the crook of his arm, allowing him to be her escort as she turns them down a street toward the restaurant in question. ]
Mm, the fae seem to have taken many cues over the years from Midgard and human culture. That's often part of the mythology, though, so I suppose I'm not surprised. [ her fingers press his arm gently. ] How are you managing?
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[You know. Little things. He accepts the hand on his arm and the way he is not allowed to think of this Loki as his Loki, this is not 'Aunt Leah', and this is not a date (but what it is seems yet to be determined).]
Any particular reason for this shift, or you just felt like it today?