Chatter with the scruffy one?

[twelve_not_fourteen]

The Nexus' resident scoundrel is never particularly happy when things are stagnant. Han's been hustling in some capacity, since he was old enough to walk and talk, so it's not as if he's used to having copious amounts of 'spare time'. He's not sure he would describe his existence in the Nexus as that, but it was far more like it than what he was used to.  And in general a life on terra firma, all the time, isn't to his taste.

There's been good in his time.  He wouldn't try to deny as much.  But there's also been bad and even some ugly.

Somehow, he manages to endure.  Even when the odds where against him to do just that, there were friends to help him along.  

What has become clear is that trying to assemble a lot of money at once and by his supplies en mass hasn't been going all that well.  Rather than continuing the same approach again that didn't work before, it seemed like the better course to try something else for a while.  Damn if he knew what it was that he should do, though.  Perhaps study up on the local machinery and put his steady hands to work fixing things in exchange for a wage.  Kryff.  Maybe he should go back to stealing.

For now, those are the thoughts that tend to shuffle through his head - man, I've been here for a 'long time' and how am I gonna ever get the money I need to fix this ship.  Occasionally they're broken up with the stray thoughts of an attraction that seemed pretty unlikely at first.  Those thoughts make him smile when he has them, despite his nature ...

The body of Han Solo is much more defined than the mind.  It can be seen sitting on the lowered ramp of a YT-1300.  He is nursing a pale ale from a glass bottle and watching the sunset disappear behind buildings in the forum.  

If you should find yourself drawn to him for a conversation he'll ask you this, "do you think you'll ever have it all figured out?  Is it possible to have all of you 'ducks in a row' as the saying goes?"  Then he'll flash a lopsided grin, and shake his head.  "Forget all of that.  How bout a beer instead?"

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[damn_yourself_early]

"Growing into it. I kind of died a little while ago, and had to reincarnate. It's a long story," the child answers.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"I can ..." Wait, what? Godhood is really strange so far as he can tell.

"Now I especially don't feel bad for boozing you up."

[damn_yourself_early]

Loki shrugs. "I mentioned how the mead flows in Asgard? I'll drink as I please when I go home."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

God of chaos doesn't need his help to get drunk if he should want to.

"I guess it shouldn't surpise me that mischief started drinking young." He says with a bemused smile. He did too, after all. "Are you actually the age you look or just appearing this way because you're young for a god."

[damn_yourself_early]

"That's a simple question with a very complicated answer," Loki evades. "But the drinking is more a cultural norm. Milkshakes are better, anyway."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Can't help, but to notice the old familiar misdirect. It is an oft-used tactic of his own. He ain't going to pry or call him on it, though.

"So when are you going to show me what you can do?"

[damn_yourself_early]

Han is probably happier not trying to wrap his head around the metaphysics of how old Loki is.

"When you ask nicely."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"No, I mean it."

As if Loki could somehow be joking when he expected Han to ask nicely.

"I mean, the magic stuff I could take or leave, but we should go to the market and find some easy marks." He says with a slight smile. "I'm out of practice, but I'd give it a try for old times sake and I'd love to see your hand skill."

[damn_yourself_early]

"Marks?" Loki asks, feigning guilelessness in a way that makes it clear he's feigning. "Hand skill? What is it you have in mind, O Captain?"

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Is he really going to make him say it outloud? He is, isn't he ...

"Pickpocketing."

[damn_yourself_early]

"To what end?"

[twelve_not_fourteen]

If he has to explain the fun of it, it's probably not all that fun for the young godling. For Han there's a thrill in it - finding the right person and being a deft enough thief to then pull off the act - then again ... it's probably not a challenge for the god of mischief to steal.

Not to mention a scoundrel to scoundrel bonding experience.

"Nevermind, kid." He says with a shrug. "I suppose it would only be fun for me."

[damn_yourself_early]

Loki shrugs. "Just stealing stuff to steal stuff, it's not mischief. If I had a scheme and needed to pick a pocket or two to get there, that would be one thing. Or if I were planting things in pockets, that could be fun. But I'm not going to play Dodger to your Fagin."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

The kid has implicated what Han wants doesn't constitute as mischief to him and he is the authority. He wont challenge him. He doesn't even want to keep the stuff he lifts as much a replant it in a different place.

If it's not going to be fun for him, fine. A guy can ask. A kid can say no.