❝Don’t say that too loudly, beverages will hear you.❞
❝—— excellent question, my dear Watson. Well, if all goes well, the worst I can come out with is a broken wrist. But life isn’t like that, so; I hope you’ll still care for me when I’m in the hospital, dealing with multiple spinal injuries. Deal? It’ll be fun.❞
❝ Oh, I mean, sure. Paralysis. Fun. Not exactly my typical Thursday evening, though I think working with you has skewed my definition of typical from the mean. How long does this trial run for? I’m assuming if all goes well you’ll take the tech through phases for tweaking purposes. ❞
❝ It’s a simple process, really. It’s been specially requested for me to have supervision through this testing process. So, uh. You know. Sit there, look pretty. Make sure I don’t die. ❞
❝ Can I offer you some lemonade for your cooperation, Doc? ❞
❝ Beverages won’t be necessary. Chances are I’ll be too busy taking notes and spotting you. ❞ ❝ Normally I’d say something like, be careful or are you sure, but sometimes I forget who I’m talking to. What are the risks? I mean, besides death. ❞
❝ I know that look. Don’t worry, I get it often not many people are outwardly willing to admit that they need something from me. ❞ ❝ What can I do for you? ❞
roseredluciifer spoke: "Hey, Bruce, is it? Would you be able to help me with something? I realize you may not want to after, you know, the New York incident, but nevertheless. I find myself in need of... Social aid." Loki was in mismatched midgardian clothes and a loose bun. He had made sure he walked straight up to Bruce in the middle of a busy sidewalk, so as to not scare him.
Bruce barely recognized him the god, the menace, Loki as he was approached in the crowded street. Already, Bruce wasn’t entirely comfortable in his surroundings. While he’d gotten used to finding camouflage of a high population; thousands of faces blurring the edges of his own, he still didn’t fully trust himself in such a dense environment. While the cover was good, the consequences were not if Bruce let himself slip.
❝ You ❞ The scientist’s eyes scanned the man up and down before him, apparently taking his own form of disguise with a new attire. He wanted to run, get angry, cause a scene. Make sure he put as much distance between himself and Loki as possible but he knew that more damage would be done than good. So instead, Bruce held his composure and rolled his shoulders, tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek apprehensively.
❝ You need to take your social aid elsewhere before I do something I definitely won’t regret. ❞
Which was a bluff, of course, but Bruce wouldn’t deny his desire to rid the god of whatever morale he had left, and then some.
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