VIDEO. UN: LOKI

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[ the sound of the wind storm hollows dully against the cave walls. Loki's squidge, Bacon, can half be seen crawling in the confines of his tacky green jacket and over his knee from where he sits, sometimes ducking and squeaking when a particularly large gust hits. to keep it from screaming, Loki offers his fingers absently, which the little squidge pulls on with its pudgy arms before ducking low again. ]

Hello there, it seems like we'll be waiting this out for some time considering the weather-type circumstances. While we're all rotting away, etcetera etcetera, I thought we could amuse ourselves with a game. A little bit of team bonding funtimes, so to say. [ he twists a dark nailed hand in the air, gesturing. ]

Soo—oo ... it's called Two Truths and a Lie. How do you play? Glad you asked, it's simple! Give two true statements about yourself and add a lie to the mix, shake it up then toss it out there and see if your team members know you well enough to spot the lie.

Usually this is done with copious amounts of alcohol, but we're lacking at the moment. [ pause. ] But—ah—you could always enjoy the satisfaction of being right. It's not like we're doing much else.

NOTE | Feel free to threadjack if that's your thing!! :****

Comments

[longtempered]

[He eyes her back with a fairly straight face, and the question earns something between a nod and a more uncertain tilt of his head. Well...]

--Yeah, guess it was pretty up there even back then. Not as much as I am now, but...way beyond everybody else my age then too, probably. [If one wants to get pedantic about it, anyway...

Still, as unaffected as he remains while he recounts all this, there's still a very faint air of something close to resignation in his tone now. Or at least, the sound of somebody that's trodden over this sort of topic many, many times in the past.] My body took a little while to actually catch up, though, so there was a bit of time where I was breaking things all the time. Everything would keep pissing me off...

[Really, he was an entirely normal-looking child otherwise. His childhood chill, however, was not...great....]

[strictdiscipline]

[No chill child Shizuo....what a strange thought, especially when presented with the currently very collected man before her (metaphorically speaking.)]

You seem to have grown out of that for the most part.

[Is that appreciation in her voice? Admiration or approval? Hard to tell. She's never been one to let her emotions flow too freely. It doesn't get a particularly long lifespan regardless as Riza readily moves on - back to the original topic at hand, actually.]

I never did guess which one was the lie out of all of those though.

[Be a friend and tell her, please.]

[longtempered]

[Alas Riza, you've only been presented with one half of the equation here...you haven't seen him at his marginally-less-collected yet....

Which is a fact that Shizuo's pretty aware of, quite suddenly, when Riza makes that particular remark. He's visibly a little startled upon receiving it, pausing and blinking at the feed a couple of times as if genuinely very briefly at a loss.]

--You think so? Ah... [Well, he supposes she might, actually. He almost forgets where he is, sometimes. There's nobody here from Ikebukuro and its wellspring of local gossip--nobody here has ever heard of Ikebukuro's Strongest Man. Though that hasn't really sunk in until this particular moment, now, and Shizuo can't decide if it's refreshing or off-putting. So in the end, he can only press through that thought with a small shrug for now.] Well, I've been trying to work on it. I still have a long way to go, honestly, so...

[The switch in topic comes as a relief, and as that particular admission begins to meander Shizuo immediately latches onto the alternative.]

Oh, right. It was the hating milk thing, that's definitely a lie. Hey, you made a good try though...better luck next time and all that, huh? [Good friends offer loser condolences like this, right...he's trying his best here ok....]