[dante sees this and he stops just to marvel at how clean and stitched up he looks right after the matter.]
Buddy!
[you make him feel like a new man, how nice of loki!]
[loki sure is full of questions, as always, but at this point it just feels like the norm. dante simply pushes thumb to his chest to make show that he means himself.]
( Loki ignores the friendly term (literally no one has ever called him 'buddy' before, he isn't about to start responding to it now) and chooses to focus on the shop instead, although Dante's answer only serves to settle a deeply dubious expression across his features. )
... Yourself.
( He repeats slowly. )
Well you can't mean the obvious by that—you have the look of a fifty-five year old virgin about you. I'd imagine whatever service you have to offer is slightly more ... practical?
( And no, Dante doesn't really look like a fifty-five year-old human, but Loki just can't help himself. )
[dante rolls his eyes and scoffs. why are people always trying to neutralize his ideas of funny banter?? no one really seems to be at the same level as him, anyway.]
I'm a business owner back in my world.
[please respect him.]
A respectable business, too.
[he's just proud he has a building with his business's name.]
( ... In a manner of speaking. Asgard's fellow party-goers didn't always realise who they have to thank for their good time, is all. Still, the idea of Dante successfully owning a business gets a genuine laugh from Loki, who gestures for him to follow as they weave through the market to a stall selling dried herbs and flowers.
It's not just his pantry that needs stocking, after all. )
Oh, a respectable business? You should have said. I never would have poked fun, otherwise.
( Pffffft. He reaches for a bunch of yarrow, a bunch of chamomile, and a pouch of what certainly smells like ground valerian root. Disgusting stuff. )
[valerian root smells foul, and dante sniffs and makes a face as he tries to shake the smell out of his system. he's following along, loud yawning now and then because this whole shopping for things is trivial to dante. he could always just order pizza and go to the pub for side dishes and drinks anyway.]
Whatever, man. [he's not going to prove or disprove anything.] Just wanna have some more money in my pocket. Would suck to be in debt in this world, too.
There's a pattern emerging here, Loki thinks, as Dante neglects to say anything else about his business. It doesn't seem to be that hes particularly secretive - he wouldn't have mentioned he had a business otherwise - but that he won't elaborate on his statements unless expressly asked. It's an effective way of maintaining control of a conversation, Loki will give him that, but when paired with intermittent yawning ...
He turns after paying the vendor, stashing his purchases away under his cloak before gesturing back the way they came. )
No one's forcing you to stay, you know.
( He lifts a eyebrow. )
If you'd rather go and look for a premises for your mysterious yet respectable business, be my guest.
[he knows that there is sarcasm in loki's words, and yet dante can't help but be okay with it. not that he needs an excuse to leave whenever he wants, but the other man being so kind as to give dante an out really just speaks about how openly shitty the both of them are and how there's no real judgement for it.]
[and dante is more than okay with bailing on a conversation if he is given an out.]
When I open for business, maybe you'll be the first I call. I'm thinking of a place close to a tavern, or next to a sketchy alleyway for if you want to dispose of the bodies of people you stab during a bad day.
( Loki just looks at him flatly for a moment before sighing, exasperated, and pressing on. Regardless of Dante's plans he still has his menial errands to run, and the idea of a bottle of wine is sounding more tempting by the minute. )
You won't ask questions? About the bodies, I mean. It would be very kind of you not to ...
( A hint of something smug returns to his lips. )
Although not particularly respectable. A good law-abiding citizen would surely find someone to notify.
[he laughs despite himself, but this really isn't what his shop is going to be about! how incredible is it that someone isn't giving him shit for his more ~edgy~ attempts at humor, damn.]
[they keep on walking between the stalls to find the aforementioned wine. dante's just waiting till they arrive at the market junction so he can step out of the market altogether. loki just happens to walk the same way as him!]
( Loki says lightly, for all he's aware that Dante's still just messing around. )
A respectable person wouldn't wander around a stranger's party without a shirt, or spill drinks down people in taverns without so much as a word of apology.
( But that smug look becomes an amused little smirk as they reach the other side of the market. Loki will have to conjure his purchases away if he wants to fly home and save himself travel time, because Kyst isn't exactly close to the ruin he's made his home. His shopping disappears in a shimmer of emerald and he turns to Dante, looking him up and down with a theatrically critical eye. )
Alright, I think I've had quite enough of you for one day. I'd suggest we part ways before one of us ruins this beautiful bonding experience.
( And yes, he's being sarcastic, but that's only because he doesn't want to admit that Dante's actually been a pretty decent distraction from his frustrations. )
[dante didn't deign loki calling out to him with a real answer, only a grin to match loki's own smug look. it's not hard for dante to tell that they are both operating on a similar wavelength, and while annoyances and differences may crop up between the two of them, they're easily enough set aside. as it were, dante knows that loki didn't really suffer serious insult from his antics. he wouldn't be talking to him right now, if that were the case.]
[without so much of a glance, dante starts walking opposite loki's direction, a salute with his hand as he goes.]
When I get the shop, I'll let you know if you can have a bodycount!
[surely that will bother no one in their vicinity.]
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Buddy!
[you make him feel like a new man, how nice of loki!]
[loki sure is full of questions, as always, but at this point it just feels like the norm. dante simply pushes thumb to his chest to make show that he means himself.]
I'm selling myself. What else?
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( Loki ignores the friendly term (literally no one has ever called him 'buddy' before, he isn't about to start responding to it now) and chooses to focus on the shop instead, although Dante's answer only serves to settle a deeply dubious expression across his features. )
... Yourself.
( He repeats slowly. )
Well you can't mean the obvious by that—you have the look of a fifty-five year old virgin about you. I'd imagine whatever service you have to offer is slightly more ... practical?
( And no, Dante doesn't really look like a fifty-five year-old human, but Loki just can't help himself. )
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[dante rolls his eyes and scoffs. why are people always trying to neutralize his ideas of funny banter?? no one really seems to be at the same level as him, anyway.]
I'm a business owner back in my world.
[please respect him.]
A respectable business, too.
[he's just proud he has a building with his business's name.]
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( Loki's face splits into a grin. )
As a matter of fact, I am.
( ... In a manner of speaking. Asgard's fellow party-goers didn't always realise who they have to thank for their good time, is all. Still, the idea of Dante successfully owning a business gets a genuine laugh from Loki, who gestures for him to follow as they weave through the market to a stall selling dried herbs and flowers.
It's not just his pantry that needs stocking, after all. )
Oh, a respectable business? You should have said. I never would have poked fun, otherwise.
( Pffffft. He reaches for a bunch of yarrow, a bunch of chamomile, and a pouch of what certainly smells like ground valerian root. Disgusting stuff. )
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Whatever, man. [he's not going to prove or disprove anything.] Just wanna have some more money in my pocket. Would suck to be in debt in this world, too.
[Not A Good Look]
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( Ah, good. Back to this.
There's a pattern emerging here, Loki thinks, as Dante neglects to say anything else about his business. It doesn't seem to be that hes particularly secretive - he wouldn't have mentioned he had a business otherwise - but that he won't elaborate on his statements unless expressly asked. It's an effective way of maintaining control of a conversation, Loki will give him that, but when paired with intermittent yawning ...
He turns after paying the vendor, stashing his purchases away under his cloak before gesturing back the way they came. )
No one's forcing you to stay, you know.
( He lifts a eyebrow. )
If you'd rather go and look for a premises for your mysterious yet respectable business, be my guest.
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[and dante is more than okay with bailing on a conversation if he is given an out.]
When I open for business, maybe you'll be the first I call. I'm thinking of a place close to a tavern, or next to a sketchy alleyway for if you want to dispose of the bodies of people you stab during a bad day.
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( Loki just looks at him flatly for a moment before sighing, exasperated, and pressing on. Regardless of Dante's plans he still has his menial errands to run, and the idea of a bottle of wine is sounding more tempting by the minute. )
You won't ask questions? About the bodies, I mean. It would be very kind of you not to ...
( A hint of something smug returns to his lips. )
Although not particularly respectable. A good law-abiding citizen would surely find someone to notify.
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[he laughs despite himself, but this really isn't what his shop is going to be about! how incredible is it that someone isn't giving him shit for his more ~edgy~ attempts at humor, damn.]
[they keep on walking between the stalls to find the aforementioned wine. dante's just waiting till they arrive at the market junction so he can step out of the market altogether. loki just happens to walk the same way as him!]
You really thinking me respectable? Aw, touching.
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Please, I said no such thing.
( Loki says lightly, for all he's aware that Dante's still just messing around. )
A respectable person wouldn't wander around a stranger's party without a shirt, or spill drinks down people in taverns without so much as a word of apology.
( But that smug look becomes an amused little smirk as they reach the other side of the market. Loki will have to conjure his purchases away if he wants to fly home and save himself travel time, because Kyst isn't exactly close to the ruin he's made his home. His shopping disappears in a shimmer of emerald and he turns to Dante, looking him up and down with a theatrically critical eye. )
Alright, I think I've had quite enough of you for one day. I'd suggest we part ways before one of us ruins this beautiful bonding experience.
( And yes, he's being sarcastic, but that's only because he doesn't want to admit that Dante's actually been a pretty decent distraction from his frustrations. )
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[dante didn't deign loki calling out to him with a real answer, only a grin to match loki's own smug look. it's not hard for dante to tell that they are both operating on a similar wavelength, and while annoyances and differences may crop up between the two of them, they're easily enough set aside. as it were, dante knows that loki didn't really suffer serious insult from his antics. he wouldn't be talking to him right now, if that were the case.]
[without so much of a glance, dante starts walking opposite loki's direction, a salute with his hand as he goes.]
When I get the shop, I'll let you know if you can have a bodycount!
[surely that will bother no one in their vicinity.]