A rare talent, for a mortal. [At least to his knowledge. He shrugs, making a dismissive gesture as he takes a seat on the bench next to him. Jeff reeks of booze and festival fare, but Loki has attended countless Asgardian feasts in his day. The stench is nothing he's not used to.]
Loki.
[He thought a moment about sharing his full title, but it seemed a bit much given the surroundings, and his lack of formal dress. He work fitted breeches tucked into fine but simple leather boots, a hunter-green tunic under a dark leather vest. Casual, for Loki.]
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Loki.
[He thought a moment about sharing his full title, but it seemed a bit much given the surroundings, and his lack of formal dress. He work fitted breeches tucked into fine but simple leather boots, a hunter-green tunic under a dark leather vest. Casual, for Loki.]
Who are you?