hair tied sweat pants chillin wit no make up on
Of course you do.
You’re the one lingering. It’d be strange if you agreed.
If I agreed I would not only be revealing the truth, which is not at all in my nature, I’d be agreeing with you.
And that is one thing I certainly don’t want to happen.
“Well, well, well,” Tony grinned at the familiar new comer. What a surprise. “Look who came crawling back. That settles the bet, not even gods can resist my charm.”
“Don’t flatter yourself Tony.” She rolled her eyes, still as self-centred as ever. “And who ever said I came crawling back? Especially for you.”
…Loki. What is it, exactly, that you want?
Don’t be so pushy, Barton. I haven’t really decided on what I want yet.
And who do we have here?
Yourself in Female form.
This is what I called detailed… Alexander McQueen FW 2013
Ugh. Never will I get my decent rest.
Speak, place your offerings on the table and leave.
If only I’d known you were accepting offers.
I could have given you a nice bottle of Red wine, unopened with a good year branded on the neck.
Lurking makes you seem creepy, you know.
I beg to differ.
“Loki. Looking lovely, as always. I think I’ll kill you.”
“Ooh. Slipping in a compliment before killing me? I’m flattered.”
“I’m guessing you missed me then?”