[ Loki huffs out a laugh, running a hand through his hair as he follows Mobius into his room, which... feels incongruous, somehow. Get comfy. He can do that.
Which, unfortunately, means ignoring Mobius for a while. Or at least turning his back to him.
He changes out of his breeches but keeps the loose shirt on, running a hand through his hair again as he glances around the room. There's no underwear or smallclothes involved in Loki's wardrobe, apparently.
There's a hearth, though, and Loki lights the fire there before he goes toward the bed and pulls back the covers. When he'd decided that morning to go to the Gallows and attempt to do something useful he'd started with cleaning this room and he's glad for it, honestly. This would all be more embarrassing if he hadn't.
He climbs in but doesn't lay down right away. Instead he sits there and finally glances Mobius'way again. ]
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Which, unfortunately, means ignoring Mobius for a while. Or at least turning his back to him.
He changes out of his breeches but keeps the loose shirt on, running a hand through his hair again as he glances around the room. There's no underwear or smallclothes involved in Loki's wardrobe, apparently.
There's a hearth, though, and Loki lights the fire there before he goes toward the bed and pulls back the covers. When he'd decided that morning to go to the Gallows and attempt to do something useful he'd started with cleaning this room and he's glad for it, honestly. This would all be more embarrassing if he hadn't.
He climbs in but doesn't lay down right away. Instead he sits there and finally glances Mobius'way again. ]