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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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[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."