* // starter for @mischiefismagick !
“Ooooh yes yes yes...you...you...what the hell’s your name. Luka....Lurki...OH! Right. Pardon me. Loki. My boy, my man my...yes.”
The GRANDMASTER, in all his glory, extends his arms to the other with a pleased, smug smile. Whether he’s offering a hug or something else entirely, he’s not quite sure. He REMEMBERS Loki from his past life. Remembers him quite FONDLY, if he does say so himself.
“You know, this world is definitely something NEW, I must say, but there is very clearly not enough violent, screaming DEATH for my taste. Like, you really can’t tell me that everyone around here just...gets along. You can’t. It’s disgusting. And boring. And dull. And stupid and...” He trails off with a shrug.
“You know, instead of talking about nothing at all, why don’t you and me try and find some place to have a drink or SEVEN, yeah?”