#lokifell 01

[caesarsrule]

He's got the strangest feeling that this guy's familiar, not in a we've met type of way. Or maybe it was exactly that? Was it the hair? Brown with whispy ends that fell short of touching shoulders, though the style seemed intentional. From the back, if he squinted and wasn't paying close enough attention, the guy bore just the slightest resemblance to someone he knew. Well, the stance wasn't quite right; this one has more of a ramrod sort of poise. Shinji's more of a lanky slouch. He misses it.

It's not much help that he can't see his face, and his curiosity's getting the better of him.

Do a twirl or something.

He could always speed up and pass by him instead of keeping pace behind him. Ah, but that would be a little off of him. Instead, eyes flicker to the way the stranger pulls something out of his pocket, a phone probably, fiddling with it before putting it away on the other side. Had he been minding his own business, he would have missed the folded piece of paper that fluttered from the stranger's possession, and he takes the opportunity to snap it off the floor before catching up with a quick step.

"Hey. Littering's no good," he joked. "You dropped this." Offering the folded sheet between his fingers, he tilts his hand up a moment before it could be taken. "Huh. That's quite the expression you're wearing. You good?"

[cabaretconnoisseur]

@lokifell

As much as he would have loved to keep walking, something about the way this kid was staring very intently at the brick in his hand spelled a funny little message out for him. Mind your business. The other message was, I’m doing something potentially dangerous, unsupervised. 

Was this another one of those child detectives? Young adult detectives? Why was it that every year that went by, the agents he ended up working with got younger and younger? At least, that was his deduction on why sir ponytail crime scene gloves was in the zone. 

Well. Time to pull him out of it. 

Staying out of skull-crushing range, he cleared his throat. 

“That brick owe you money or something? You’ve got a death grip on it.” 

[daxned]

@lokifell​

Finally. It wasn’t that she had difficulties finding the library in Cotes ward, but moreso of the fact she had been distracted with other things. There were So much to see and a lot to take in. The library was no different. The building in on itself was a surprise. She had felt little dizzy upon staring up at such massive building and when she entered and the endless shelves of books were presented, she was overwhelmed. 

She made her way through the hall, toward one of the shelves of books and just stares. Back home, they had a few collections of books themselves. Father always made sure to have them on hand. It wasn’t a wide selection such as this one, but there was enough to get Dam-bi through. He had found that she loved reading when she was much younger. With curious fingers, she grabs hold of a book to bring it down. She runs her hands over the cover and turns it over to read the Title.

What Do Stars Think About. 

“....” She wonders the same thing, really.