[ Loki pours Mobius his drink and hands him the glass, his brow furrowed in thought. He takes a sip from his own glass before he decides if he does want to ask.
Why would you is on the tip of his tongue, and then he shakes his head a little to discard the idea. ]
You're still interested?
[ Not that he thinks Mobius was lying. He just... desires clarification. ]
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Why would you is on the tip of his tongue, and then he shakes his head a little to discard the idea. ]
You're still interested?
[ Not that he thinks Mobius was lying. He just... desires clarification. ]