#seasonstweetings

[damn_yourself_early]

Snow has fallen in the Nexus! Fat, fluffy flakes of white, piling and drifting from ankle- to knee-depth in places. It may still be falling, in places, and in the midst of it all is a Norse godling packing snowballs and a grin. "I swear, I had nothing to do with it--but! What's your favorite thing to do with a fresh fall of snow?"

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[workthroughit]

The man's not exactly dressed for winter. He's in a nicely pressed pair of slacks, dress shirt and vest, but doesn't seem to be bothered by the cold in the least. Smiling, he watches the drifting snowflakes, hands behind his back, before hearing Loki's question.

"Oh, I rather like watching it from my office window as it falls. It's a very quiet, comforting thing, don't you think? Especially if lit by street lamps, making it all golden orange."

[damn_yourself_early]

"Ehh, orange isn't really my color." Snowball!

[workthroughit]

The man neatly ducks, straightening back up when the snowball has sailed overhead.

"Moonlight is always nice too. Casting the snow already on the ground all blue and cold."

[damn_yourself_early]

"Orange and blue... are you the guy who's making all the movies look alike?"

[workthroughit]

"Hardly. But there's plenty of reasoning behind why that happens. The human mind rather likes contrast. It's stimulating."

He watches the snowflakes again for a moment before asking, "Why would someone suspect you being to blame for this change in the weather?"

[damn_yourself_early]

"No reason," he answers guilelessly. "Why the interest in human minds? Looking for a snack?"

[workthroughit]

"It's my profession. I'm a psychoanalyst, as well as a therapist." He has a business card in hand and offers it if Loki cares to take it! He never seemed to reach into his pocket or wallet to retrieve it, though. It just was.

Said card states the same jobs, as well as a name: Dr. Alan J. Hill. There's also an address to someplace in the commercial district. Fancy that.

[damn_yourself_early]

Loki does not care to take it. He can feel the bad mojo radiating off of this guy. "That's a neat trick. I've got tricks of my own, you know."

[workthroughit]

"Oh? By all means, young Sir Laufeyson." He waves a hand as to urge on a possible demonstration of said tricks. The hand he uses was the one holding the card, which is simply vanished before the gesture even begins. There and gone again in the time it takes to blink.

[damn_yourself_early]

Loki gives a solemn nod. "You have to watch very closely, though." Throwing up a handful of snow, he vanishes like a magician behind a smoke pellet.

[workthroughit]

The man watches the snow fall back to the earth with an amused expression. Then looks left, then right, indeed confirming the young godling has disappeared. He continues to wear a look of subdued, smiling interest.

"Very impressive, young sir! I'll be sure to add it to your file."