[allergies? man, that would be useful for someone he knows who tries to pretend she isn't always holding an empty medication bottle in her hand. despite dante's amusement, he sobers up a moment... considers bringing up lottie, but gets distracted by a short man walking past with four pints in his hands bumping into their table—offering them an excited apology before going on over back to his friends huddled close.]
[his eyes land on loki.]
I'd imagine that would be bad for all those involved.
[he grins, lifts up his glass and does a rather meaningless but harmless toast.] To your healing ways not being a permanent fixture in our lives.
[come on, loki! don't take dante's teasing too personally.]
( Don't take the teasing too personally? Wow, Dante, it's like you don't even know him. Loki just raises an eyebrow as he reaches for his drink: )
I'll keep your toast in mind should you ever need medical attention.
( And then he smiles, easy and pleasant, before taking a deep drink from his glass. Loki has moved past needing people to immediately understand the depth of his abilities at any moment he feels slighted; he'll just have to find another way to make Dante regret mocking his abilities so thoroughly. )
Speaking of jobs, have you found a shop yet? Or has getting locked up been a bit of a setback?
( He keeps saying business needs to pick up, but Loki as yet doesn't see him getting cards printed or advertising his services from any one building. )
[he does like that about loki, the man going from one extreme to the other, not really letting dante marinade in how he is awful and can't interact proper with people. it's a resilience that many do not possess, and he's smiling in tandem when the toast is made—amused at the idea that loki will refuse helping him were he ever to need a healer, just for this slight.]
[the shop, though, dante can't help but sitting back and waving his hand like he's being reminded of a sore subject.]
Owning a place in this damn world is more difficult than finding a flushing toilet.
[because he wants to own his shop, mortgage be damned, rather than rent anything.]
My luck may change yet. I've got some interesting leads recently, the follow-up which may land me in a favorable position.
( ... More difficult than finding a flushing toilet? Loki doesn't even want to know, and he conveys as much with an unimpressed expression that might, might be leaning towards amused. This is becoming a pattern: just when Loki thinks Dante's exhausted his level of ridiculousness, he goes ahead and starts comparing the property market to flushing toilets.
If he were in a bad mood he'd find it exasperating. Since he's still in a relatively good mood, it's just ...
It's Dante. )
Oh?
( Loki leans in, curiosity piqued by what Dante might consider an interesting lead. Their airy banter is fun, and all, but he isn't about to overlook an opportunity to get to know more about how the man conducts his business. )
That sounds promising. Could that follow-up earn you enough to make a payment on an establishment of your own?
[dante shrugs despite loki's interest in whatever her's got to say next, laughing bemused despite himself.]
Woah, hold your horses!
[he sets his glass down but his hand is still around it, turning it around slightly on the table.]
I'll sort through my business first and then I'll see what I can get out of it. [he grins] But aw, that's sweet. It looks like you want me to share what I know.
How do I know you're not going to sabotage me? Put a knife in my chest again and just head off with whatever bounty I got my eyes on?
[whoever is sitting on the table next to them looks horrified for a moment, eyeing the two of them before scooting their chair a little further from them and looking like they're minding their own business. dante leans forward and puts elbow to table, pointing at loki—at his nose, likely—with an ounce of mocking defiance.]
My informant's not cheap. I don't want to incur their wrath, you understand. It's already a smooth 50/50 split.
[solemnly, dante puts his finger down onto the pizza plate and sweeps up some grease and cheese and sauce before putting it in his mouth. he sniffs.]
Got to find the perfect body-dumping alleyway for you, after all. So, I'll let you know.
( One the one hand, Loki understands. If Dante's counting on the pay-off then it makes sense for him to be guarded about the details, but on the other? )
Do I look like a bounty hunter to you?
( Said mildly, because please. He has better things to do with his time—not to mention more reliable ways to make his money—than go running off on a hunt for a cash payout. He prefers his schemes to be far more convoluted than that, if only for his own enjoyment. Unbothered by the strange looks they're getting (honestly, there's nothing wrong with a little friendly stabbing between acquaintances) he continues: )
Besides, I already know what'd happen if I put a dagger in your chest. It'd be a minor inconvenience to your day, at best.
( An easy smile follows. He lifts his wine to his lips and finishes off the rest of the glass with a deep sip, before setting it down between them and folding his hands across his lap. )
—not you, but all these other assholes around us are just looking for their next big break.
[and dante's in a competition with the rest of the people to make money out of whatever kind of job, shady or otherwise. it's the kind of environment dante strives in, and he loves the attention that mentioning he's got a pretty nice job prospect gets him, because that way he can suss out the kind of characters that frequent his favorite tavern.]
[none of that convoluted scheming for him, thanks!]
[that comment alone deserves another grand slice of pizza for dante to pick at.]
Man, I can just see you sitting in your new little office. [adjective chosen purposefully! dante's pretty graceful when he needs to be, but it's really something else to see someone who tries to be graceful and very well-kept at all times. it must be so tiring.] Really enjoying yourself and having a blast. Too bad I won't get to set foot in it.
( Dante is on the money to a degree: while the majority of Loki's poise and composure comes from centuries of training (to the point where it's largely second nature), there's usually only so long he can suppress the storm of chaos perpetually raging in his breast. It's what gets him into trouble: Loki creates terrible situations to use as outlets for his wild moods, or he self-sabotages to the point where entire realms declare war against him. He's graceful and well-kept now, but how long will it last?
It isn't something he likes think about too hard. )
Is it?
( Too bad, that is. Loki laughs the idea of Dante showing up in his office space, although even he he has to admit that the aesthetic contrast would be pleasing. Loki has a knack for making even the most ruined spaces look somehow elegant, and the idea of Dante with his feet up on his desk and his mess scattered around him is just ...
Funny. )
I'd say it's probably for the best; I can't imagine you'd want to do anything other than rifle through my things and get pizza grease on my furniture.
( He tilts his head just so as his smile turns cheeky. )
Besides, if we saw each other more regularly it would make these little meetings so much less special.
[much less special than dante eating another pizza slice with the modesty of a dog? loki has standards he might never be able to understand. but it's easy enough to exist in this kind of easygoing banter, and dante's appreciative of it. he kicks a foot up on the empty chair diagonal from him and slumps even further, the antithesis of the asgardian's posture.]
I'm taking that at face value. I like being special.
[whatever this is, friendship or not, conversation with loki has easily become one of the few interactions dante looks forward to. not to mention just how interesting it is when the other man twists and squirms under the scrutiny of subjects he feels very guarded towards.]
[not that dante is one for that particular endeavor.]
Well, now you know where to find me when you want to take a break from your usual [a wave of his hand] stick-up-your-assness. I don't judge.
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[his eyes land on loki.]
I'd imagine that would be bad for all those involved.
[he grins, lifts up his glass and does a rather meaningless but harmless toast.] To your healing ways not being a permanent fixture in our lives.
[come on, loki! don't take dante's teasing too personally.]
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( Don't take the teasing too personally? Wow, Dante, it's like you don't even know him. Loki just raises an eyebrow as he reaches for his drink: )
I'll keep your toast in mind should you ever need medical attention.
( And then he smiles, easy and pleasant, before taking a deep drink from his glass. Loki has moved past needing people to immediately understand the depth of his abilities at any moment he feels slighted; he'll just have to find another way to make Dante regret mocking his abilities so thoroughly. )
Speaking of jobs, have you found a shop yet? Or has getting locked up been a bit of a setback?
( He keeps saying business needs to pick up, but Loki as yet doesn't see him getting cards printed or advertising his services from any one building. )
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[the shop, though, dante can't help but sitting back and waving his hand like he's being reminded of a sore subject.]
Owning a place in this damn world is more difficult than finding a flushing toilet.
[because he wants to own his shop, mortgage be damned, rather than rent anything.]
My luck may change yet. I've got some interesting leads recently, the follow-up which may land me in a favorable position.
[He Hopes]
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( ... More difficult than finding a flushing toilet? Loki doesn't even want to know, and he conveys as much with an unimpressed expression that might, might be leaning towards amused. This is becoming a pattern: just when Loki thinks Dante's exhausted his level of ridiculousness, he goes ahead and starts comparing the property market to flushing toilets.
If he were in a bad mood he'd find it exasperating. Since he's still in a relatively good mood, it's just ...
It's Dante. )
Oh?
( Loki leans in, curiosity piqued by what Dante might consider an interesting lead. Their airy banter is fun, and all, but he isn't about to overlook an opportunity to get to know more about how the man conducts his business. )
That sounds promising. Could that follow-up earn you enough to make a payment on an establishment of your own?
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Woah, hold your horses!
[he sets his glass down but his hand is still around it, turning it around slightly on the table.]
I'll sort through my business first and then I'll see what I can get out of it. [he grins] But aw, that's sweet. It looks like you want me to share what I know.
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( There goes the tail-end of his eyebrow, his expression otherwise relatively impassive. )
Shockingly enough, that's generally how a conversation works. You offer a statement, I politely enquire about it, so on and so forth.
( Said a little sarcastically, as though he's explaining it to someone a lot younger than Dante actually is. )
I'll do my best not to ask you about your progress securing a property going forwards.
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[whoever is sitting on the table next to them looks horrified for a moment, eyeing the two of them before scooting their chair a little further from them and looking like they're minding their own business. dante leans forward and puts elbow to table, pointing at loki—at his nose, likely—with an ounce of mocking defiance.]
My informant's not cheap. I don't want to incur their wrath, you understand. It's already a smooth 50/50 split.
[solemnly, dante puts his finger down onto the pizza plate and sweeps up some grease and cheese and sauce before putting it in his mouth. he sniffs.]
Got to find the perfect body-dumping alleyway for you, after all. So, I'll let you know.
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( One the one hand, Loki understands. If Dante's counting on the pay-off then it makes sense for him to be guarded about the details, but on the other? )
Do I look like a bounty hunter to you?
( Said mildly, because please. He has better things to do with his time—not to mention more reliable ways to make his money—than go running off on a hunt for a cash payout. He prefers his schemes to be far more convoluted than that, if only for his own enjoyment. Unbothered by the strange looks they're getting (honestly, there's nothing wrong with a little friendly stabbing between acquaintances) he continues: )
Besides, I already know what'd happen if I put a dagger in your chest. It'd be a minor inconvenience to your day, at best.
( An easy smile follows. He lifts his wine to his lips and finishes off the rest of the glass with a deep sip, before setting it down between them and folding his hands across his lap. )
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[and dante's in a competition with the rest of the people to make money out of whatever kind of job, shady or otherwise. it's the kind of environment dante strives in, and he loves the attention that mentioning he's got a pretty nice job prospect gets him, because that way he can suss out the kind of characters that frequent his favorite tavern.]
[none of that convoluted scheming for him, thanks!]
[that comment alone deserves another grand slice of pizza for dante to pick at.]
Man, I can just see you sitting in your new little office. [adjective chosen purposefully! dante's pretty graceful when he needs to be, but it's really something else to see someone who tries to be graceful and very well-kept at all times. it must be so tiring.] Really enjoying yourself and having a blast. Too bad I won't get to set foot in it.
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( Dante is on the money to a degree: while the majority of Loki's poise and composure comes from centuries of training (to the point where it's largely second nature), there's usually only so long he can suppress the storm of chaos perpetually raging in his breast. It's what gets him into trouble: Loki creates terrible situations to use as outlets for his wild moods, or he self-sabotages to the point where entire realms declare war against him. He's graceful and well-kept now, but how long will it last?
It isn't something he likes think about too hard. )
Is it?
( Too bad, that is. Loki laughs the idea of Dante showing up in his office space, although even he he has to admit that the aesthetic contrast would be pleasing. Loki has a knack for making even the most ruined spaces look somehow elegant, and the idea of Dante with his feet up on his desk and his mess scattered around him is just ...
Funny. )
I'd say it's probably for the best; I can't imagine you'd want to do anything other than rifle through my things and get pizza grease on my furniture.
( He tilts his head just so as his smile turns cheeky. )
Besides, if we saw each other more regularly it would make these little meetings so much less special.
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I'm taking that at face value. I like being special.
[whatever this is, friendship or not, conversation with loki has easily become one of the few interactions dante looks forward to. not to mention just how interesting it is when the other man twists and squirms under the scrutiny of subjects he feels very guarded towards.]
[not that dante is one for that particular endeavor.]
Well, now you know where to find me when you want to take a break from your usual [a wave of his hand] stick-up-your-assness. I don't judge.