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[saturniapavonia]

 Ah, Roman Godfrey. He strolls with a lazy directionless pace and is unafraid to stare as much as he gets his own looks. What is with people? Finding a seat he reaches into his blazer for a cigarette and a lighter. Nexus doesn't have any rules about juveniles right? 

"So is this the part where I ask something philosophical or just start giving advice out of my ass?" His expression stays neutral until his mouth tilts in a slow smirk.

"Fine. I'll shoot. What do you do when you feel like you're meant to do something important but have no clue what it is?"

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[damn_yourself_early]

"Oh, this is custom." Loki pulls up his hood with a flick of his wrists. "You can't just rehash a Kirby classic for the post-millenial scene, you've got to mix it up a little. Check it out: a hood over a crown over--what?! That's right: a wimple. I actually make this look good."

That's probably a wise decision on Roman's part--while Loki sort-of has the memories of a trickster god from time immemorial, he is also very definitely twelve years old, and both feels and acts the part. "So why are you complaining about the future not looking how you thought, if you don't think you're in the future?"

[saturniapavonia]

His eyes narrow to a squint and he cranes his neck to just... look at this kid from his close to six foot height. Weird is a start. "You just look like you're fixing to go trick or treating." And he's kind of right. Only it's all tricks.

Roman crosses his arms. "Why are you insisting that dried noodles and craft glue is something?" The maturity level here between them....

[damn_yourself_early]

"Treat-and-tricking," Loki corrects, raising a finger to emphasize the point. "Priorities!"

"Because I'm doing arts and crafts," he explains, "weren't you paying attention? Didn't you ever glue macaroni and glitter to something to make a picture? D-... didn't you play as a child?" A look of mock-dismay crosses his face, deepening to horror. "By all the realms, you poor deprived soul!"

[saturniapavonia]

"Both at once or one then the other?" Why is he even bothering because innately he believes the kid is wrong. Roman's patience for younger people was never fully developed. His own sister might have been a chore if she weren't riddled with medical mysteries.

A scowl comes so easy on his face. For being hardly an adolescent the kid knows how to poke juuust right. "Of course I did. It just wasn't..." Roman vaguely gestures at the materials. "Dumb."

[damn_yourself_early]

"I don't see why I should let myself get pinned down on just one option," he counters with a laconic shrug.

Loki is the undisputed master of button-pushing. He's been doing it since forever, you guys. He also doesn't have any actual paste and macaroni on hand, that was all metaphorical. "Yeah? What did you use, then?"

[saturniapavonia]

"Tradition? I don't know." Good question there. Roman licks his lips and shifts from one foot to the other as he takes another drag from his cigarette.

Metaphorical macaroni and full fledged patience trying is spelling an obstacle in patience. "Toys. Cars. Balls. Actual items meant for play. Don't your parents give you those?"

[damn_yourself_early]

"Well, tradition's a silly reason to do anything," counters one of the original devil's advocates. "If you don't know, why do it?" Of course, with someone like Loki, "whim" and "spite" are often acceptable answers.

"Well, you can play with those, I'll grant," Loki concedes, dodging the question about what his parents give him, "but how much can you make with them, apart from messes?"

[saturniapavonia]

Roman snorts. "I haven't gone trick or treating in five years." And if he did maybe it'd be an and by now. Though it seems there is some kind of missed opportunity. He will just have to live with the memories of full sized Musketeer, Hersey and Butterfinger candy bars after the New England driveways that go for a brief eternity.

"Messes are things." And he made plenty of them either. It's a standard practice.

[damn_yourself_early]

"That's hardly my fault. Why don't you go?" It's an innocent enough question... isn't it?

"Yes, but I specifically excluded them. With my words."

[saturniapavonia]

Of course it's not his fault. He's some strange kid dressed up for some super hero medieval times TV show or something. "Because I'm seventeen. There are cooler things to do." Parties with girls in skimpy outfits, booze...failed ouji board bullshit.

"Making things is overrated," complete with a shrug. Yep, spoken like an overgrown destroyer of all things.

[damn_yourself_early]

"There's seriously better things to do than running through the night with your friends, dressed outrageously and having fun wherever you find it?" This kid looks deeply skeptical.

"Is it? I could buy a hammer... or I could make some really good hammers. I could buy a firework, or I could make amazing fireworks! Even if you like breaking more, it's good to make something to break with."

[saturniapavonia]

"Um. Yeah there are. You'll figure it out later. I mean, it was fun at the time." Just remove the friend part of the equation. Roman still had a good time.

"Just because it's yours and you made it doesn't mean that the quality is better." And his brow furrows together. "...You make fireworks?"

[damn_yourself_early]

Loki sighs, shaking his head in dismay. "There it is again, the mortal obsession with rutting. You could teach stags how it's done, honestly."

"Ah, but the thing I make is exactly what I want it to be, not some one-size-fits-all replaceable part." He grins, answering, "I make lots of things. Fireworks aren't so hard."

[saturniapavonia]

"Sex, drugs, rock and roll." His delivery implies that he doesn't believe that it is all worth shoving in to the kid's face but...they are pretty cool. "That's where people come from. And life's short. Then you die."

Miserable. Short. God, Roman never wants to get old or sick.

"Every time? Even if you've never done it before it is exactly how you imagined it?" Because that's where he's going to call bullshit. None of these smaller details are adding up. Making fireworks and being just so odd.

[damn_yourself_early]

Loki just rolls his eyes. May he never be as sex-obsessed as mortals!

"Well, practice makes perfect," he admits, "but talent goes a long way, too."