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[Well, since Loki seemed to think it's a good idea to squirt the shampoo in his hair too, he starts scrubbing.]

What? Why does she throw milkshakes in your face?

[Loki, what have you been getting up to...]

[ The first thing he chooses to preface the explanation with is, ]

I didn't do anything to her that she didn't do to me.

What does that even mean? Did you throw a milkshake on her?

[... Loki.]

No! She was being rude and didn't enjoy getting a taste of her own medicine.

[ Huffing, he rinses off his hair. The steam follows him out as he steps to grab a towel, gesturing. ]

I wouldn't throw a perfectly good milkshake on anyone without exceptional cause.

Uh-huh...

[Billy still isn't sure he believes that -- but Loki apparently thinks that's the truth or he couldn't say it at all, right?

When he moves from the shower, Billy goes to rinse off before he shuts the water off and follows. Grabbing a towel, he shakes his head.]

So you have standards then.

[ An inability to speak lies leaves Loki free to select certain truths, although those he uses say more than he intends; but, better the devil he's aware of. ]

Wow. [ Startled into laughing, Loki wraps a towel around his hips. Deliberately low? Maybe. ] What sort of boy do you think I am, Kaplan?

[ Go on. So offended, hmph. ]

[He rolls his eyes, wrapping his own towel around his waist and gives Loki a nudge.]

The kind who takes bizarre food items very seriously. C'mon, let's go lie down.

Speaking of oddities in the food genre, you know what I've never understood? Pez. There should be a Pez of me, I'd carry it everywhere.

[ Loki knows the way to Billy's bedroom, having lounged around in there with their own night-time sky during the gaming party. He seems to be at home as he picks up his boots to take along (and only those, owing to their worth) to place beside the bed where he strips off his towel to ruffle his hair dry, unashamedly naked in front of the window. ]

Could they do that? Make me a plastic little head to hold all the Midgardian candy I please.

Pez. That's what you're fascinated with?

[And oh god, Loki, please don't give his neighbors a view of the naked god in his room. He's just going to go draw the curtains before he discards his own towel.]

I'm sure it's a thing that could be done, yeah. You could make it, right? I mean, with magic or something.

[He shakes his head, smiling a bit.] Or bring me a Pez dispenser and I could probably do it.

[He could make costumes and do some impromptu redecoration around the Avengers Mansion, why couldn't he make Loki a stupid little Pez dispenser?]

[ Smiling benignly as Billy attends to the curtains, he perks up (after pouting reluctantly at the idea of making his own toy) when a far more appealing offer is made. Green boxers clothe him with a brief shimmer after he debates wearing anything for a moment (probably politer to do so) and he hops into bed with his attention fixed intently on Billy. ]

You'd waste your time on that for me?

[He shrugs absently at that, and once he's sure no one will be peeking in through that window and seeing anything, he goes to grab a pair of boxers and a shirt out of a drawer.

The question gets him to give an amused look over his shoulder though.]

It'd take a minute, Loki. It's not like an all day project...

I don't want it if you'll use magic. [ Which is what the shortcut lacked in appeal as he considered doing it himself. That, and actually sitting down to make a hand-painted version isn't something he fancies trying. So he firmly says, ] You'd have to repaint it yourself for it to hold any value.

What? [Is he for real right now? Wow. It doesn't matter if he's aged up, he still acts like a brat.

Once he's dressed, he goes to join Loki in bed.] Why wouldn't a magic-made dispenser hold any value? I'm still putting effort into it.

There's a different feel to it, I can tell.

[ Slumping in the pillows, he opens an arm for Billy and tries not to look too pleased with how tonight is turning out. Mostly, he succeeds because of the subject matter giving him something to complain about.

It's still weird, but it's very far from bad. ]

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If I hand paint you anything, Loki, I'm going to expect a really good thank you in return.

[Billy watches him for a moment before shifting to lie against him, arm sliding around Loki's waist loosely. Part of this still feels unreal... like he can't believe he actually did this with Loki.

With anybody, to be honest. But it's been like that with every date or kiss so far.

Tonight hadn't been bad though, not at all, even with the rough patches.]

[ His touch smooths over the arm around his waist, fingers brushing idly through Billy's hair as they settle in a nest of soft blankets. Through it all, Loki's attention remains pleasantly buzzed from being here with someone who means so much to him, even if he never wants to admit it. If he was strong enough to stay away it would undoubtedly be better for Billy, for everyone, that hasn't changed by coming to Eudio and never will; Loki's guilt is a very real leaden weight in the pit of his stomach, never lightening. And yet he thinks he might have a terribly inconvenient crush that impairs all logic and defies his reason, despite that. Ah.

Ducking his chin, he pecks him on the lips and relishes the soft warm press while it lasts. ]

You'll have to start telling me what you want to do in bed, Billy.

[ And not just for the sake of letting him repay any Pez-related debts. The purr in his voice implies it might just be a good idea in general. ]

Wow.

[He laughs a little at that because really, Loki? A 'thank you' could have just been dinner for a few nights for all his hard work. Unless he just means in general.

... And then he'll have to debate that a little bit. Sleeping with Loki had been so far from being on the agenda. Doing anything with Loki really had been actually.

Now they had this thing and it was actually not bad. It was nice.]

So you want to keep doing this?

[He thinks that's a fair question... though probably one with an obvious answer. He shrugs idly.]

I don't know. I might have to think about that one... And you know you can tell me if there's anything you'd like to try too, right?

What wow? No wow. Average wow-ing appropriate, why wouldn't I want you?

[ Scoffing lightly, all the possible scenarios run through his head in a blur and he simply grins, wolfish and greedy as a roaming hand slides down to squeeze a pert ass. The look eases while he hums thoughtfully and raps his fingers on Billy's hip, walking them higher. ]

I'll tell you if anything in particular pops up.

[ ~~Heh.~~ Puns aside, he has more than a few ideas. ]

I-- [He shrugs absently and he can't help a laugh.] I don't know. It's just really sudden-- and there are a lot of people here.

[With likely way more experience than him, he's sure. But that line of thought is broken when there's a hand on his ass and that grin--

It earns Loki a playful nudge to the side and Billy's head going back down to rest against his chest.]

You're terrible. [And that's a terrible pun too.]

What we did earlier was pretty fun... All of it.

I'm not interested in a lot of people.

[ Which is true, it's significantly difficult to make sex for Loki more than a passing recreation. Billy knows how far to let Loki push him, where the unspecified boundaries need to be and so on. Loki trusts him to.

He ruffles the back of those brunette locks as he laughs, slinging his arm around him in a hug. ]

Mmm ... You looked especially memorable on my lap, I won't deny it.

But you do have a thing for former kind of students?

[His own fingers start to idly trace up over Loki's side in random patterns.]

I wouldn't mind a repeat of that. You looked good underneath me.

Only the ones worth remembering.

[ Which is to say he hasn't had many at all (one, to be honest). Loki's grin returns at the flattery and he gives a token wriggle away from the touches tickling up his side, only that allows him to press against Billy's warmth a bit more. Oh, no, how terrible. ]

You're welcome to the view any time.

Is that you actually being sweet?

[So much flattery, Loki. He laughs a little bit when Loki squirms closer and tips his head back to press a kiss to the side of his face.]

In the morning, maybe. You kind of wore me out, Loki.

Take it however you want.

[ He might not think he's being sweet with all this honesty, but it's likely unavoidable. The kiss against his cheek helps him settle, snorting as he tries to hold in a laugh and can't help a singsong voice when he looks pleased with being fussed over. ]

Yes, dear.

[ How domestic!! Gosh. ]

It's hard to remember you have to be honest right now...

[It's just a quiet observation. When Loki says stuff like that -- it's hard to remember there's at least a bit of truth to it, that Billy ever could be worth remembering in the scheme of things.

It's hard to remember, but it's also hard to not enjoy hearing.

He curls closer to Loki, presses a kiss against his chest -- and probably ruins it with another playful nudge at Loki's side.]

Don't 'Yes, dear' me, Loki.

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