[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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[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.]