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[timeanalyst]

Maybe?
If I had any of those I can't remember.
Memories are foggy after a certain point.

[annarr]

[a bit of a pause, contemplative rather than properly hesitating]

Will I get foggy, some day, do you think?

[timeanalyst]

Can't say for sure.
I hope you don't. :)

[annarr]

Perhaps it's all a matter of being properly memorable.

Certainly worth an attempt xx

[timeanalyst]

You're plenty memorable.

[annarr]

In a good way?

[timeanalyst]

Absolutely!! Without a doubt.

[annarr]

Would you say?

If it were in a bad way?

[timeanalyst]

Yea I would.
I don't want to lie or keep secrets. You deserve better than that.

[annarr]

[give him a second to just

purr over that]

I deserve to hear you say that in person xx

[timeanalyst]

Well where did you wander off to?
You know where I am.

[At his desk drowning in paper work - unfortunately.]

[annarr]

Why would I ever know where I am?

[timeanalyst]

I'm supposed to keep tabs on you, remember?
You need to know so I can know.

[annarr]

Is that how it's meant to work?

Is this remotely a good system?

[timeanalyst]

I cheat the system whenever possible.
You should know that by now.

[annarr]

I'm certain I don't know what you're talking about.

[Neither of them cheat, clearly, including not by apparently materializing to lean against anyone's boring desk full of boring work.]

[timeanalyst]

[Does Mobius jump? He jumps.]

You gotta quit doin' that or else they'll turn the dampers on again full throttle.

[annarr]

[Does Loki balk? Slightly, admittedly with something of a cranky cat lingering in the shoulders.]

What, even when returning to having tabs kept on me?

[timeanalyst]

[He rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair and scrubbing his hands over his face.]

Yeah yeah. Even that. Look - you should be glad I managed to convince them to turn 'em down in the first place. You know how chaotic this place would be if everyone just kept blippin' in and out all the godsdamn time?

[annarr]

Comfortably chaotic.

[Which, well. Not everyone thrived to the same extent with the organic spiraling of the universe--but surely anyone who spent enough time around Loki(s) had to get some taste for it.

Still.] I do appreciate it.

[timeanalyst]

Comfortably chaotic.

[He repeats this, thinking about it. And then he chuckles. Okay - you got him there.]

So don't abuse it alright? For me? [Mobius pouts, giving Loki the puppy eyes. He should be familiar with the look by now.]

[annarr]

[There's the comfortable tingle of being understood. That, more than the (admittedly very charming) pout, curls the Asgardian's lips back toward its habitual crooked smile.]

Some promises.

[Several steps above no promises, so.]

[timeanalyst]

Aw Lokes - c'mon.

[He reaches out, gently taking hold of Loki's hand and giving it a brief squeeze. He doesn't let go. Still pouting, there's a gentle brush of thumb across knuckles.]

[annarr]

[Will the pleasant rush of sensation that came of being reached for ever really go away? He suspects not.]

I am who I am. [Still. After a beat, his own grip tightens--stays tight.] And I am trying.

[timeanalyst]

And that's real great. Honest.

[He lifts Loki's hand, pressing a gentle kiss to the knuckles instead. Then it's back to just - holding it. Letting his own be held in return. Enjoying the casual touch.]

The expectations of an office work environment are probably a little wacky when you're the god of mischief. I can only imagine.