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To save that kind of talk for when you're sober or we're both equally wasted, honestly.

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[Loki's brow furrows like he genuinely doesn't understand.]

What? No. Not talking. [A muzzy blink, then a lazy grin.] 'nless you want me to use the Silvertongue? I can do that.

[He can barely stand but that's beside the point.]

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[ The Grandmaster weighs that sober or not, he wouldn't object to passing time with Loki, and given the body language he's got maybe a few minutes before he drops anyway.

This is safe. ]

Can you?

[ He guides him in and shuts the door. ]

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[Loki hums cheerfully, leaning into the Grandmaster and allowing himself to be directed inside.]

'course I can. It's what I'm known for. [Sniff.] Among other things.

[He sways as his mind slows down for a moment, then he's beaming again.]

So? Bed? Or should I just get on my knees?

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[ He gives him a few minutes before he drops, so ]

Bed, of course.

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[Loki giggles.]

Fun. You know, I haven't slept with anyone else? It's like, you have to see them in the cafeteria the next day and if it's weird or bad you can't leave the planet even, or I guess in your case have them killed?

[He giggles again.]

I guess I must be very good, huh? I knew it.

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[ That gives him a little pause. ]

No one? I expected you had found someone else already.

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Nope. And I probably won't, now. [His expression darkens ever so slightly.] Not here.

[He frowns and moves on to tugging clumsily at the Grandmaster's clothes.] Don't want to talk about that.

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Me neither, really. Would be fun, but I'd rather not throw a party at all if nobody wants to be there.

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Party?

[He's clearly not listening, and clearly can't figure out how the Grandmaster's clothes work, which is fine because they've barely made it a few steps inside anyway. Loki huffs, closing his eyes against a wave of dizziness and clinging onto the Grandmaster a little tighter to try and keep his balance.]

Need to sit. [And no, he isn't able to figure that out on his own.]