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MHA Lobby, Thursday

When you're a former angel of death, a desk job kind of seems a little lackluster.

Okay, a lot lackluster.

There was paperwork (what fucking angel did paperwork?), stashes of keys, contracts, files and various other things that were all meticulously labeled. An in depth list of instructions was taped to one of his drawers, detailing all the ins and outs of being a landlord.

Loki used it to spit out his gum.

His own apartment, the one that came with the job (he hesitated to call it a perk because a fucking apartment seemed way too permanent) was nice enough. Big, at least. It wasn't much but it was something.

Whatever. He was here. He'd, at least, looked at the list of people who were supposed to be living here and unlocked the front door. He figured that was enough for a first day.

[MHA is open for business! Please see MHA information here. Several occupancies still available and I'm around if anyone just wants to chat with Loki.]

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Marion's mood had gone from bad to worse after running into Indiana Jones in town. How did he always find her? She was cradling the hand she punched him with when she walked into the MHA with Mutt trailing after her heels.

Yeah, so far, today hasn't been a good day for Marion Ravenwood.

And now there was someone coming towards the desk. Really, he'd hoped this job would just involve him sitting on his ass all day until he could go sit on his ass in some bar.

Apparently not.

"Welcome to Malchanceux Harris Apartments blah blah blah," he said to the woman and waved a hand in the air. "Stupid goddamn name anyway."

"It is a mouthful," she said. Marion hadn't even tried pronouncing the Malchanceux part out loud yet. "I need an apartment. You have any open places for rent?"

"Yes," was all he said. Hey, she'd asked the question, he'd answered.

Oh wait.

He added a smile.

Marion gave him a small, hesitant smile back. He was weird.

"Well, I'd like to rent one out then," she said. "It's just me and my son."

She felt the need to mention it since, being from 1941, she knew some people would be hesitant about renting a place out to a single mother.

"Ah, children. Still too young to do anything but eat, sleep and crap," he said bluntly. "And not old enough to think that God owes them something for existing."

He smiled again. "Got a floor preference? Basement, second floor, third floor, fourth floor. You know, I always wanted to do something that demonstrates that I know how to count. So rewarding."

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Sadly, this wouldn't be the worst landlord Marion's had. She needed a place to stay badly so she was able to let the comment slide without saying anything.

"Um, second floor, I guess," she said. High enough to see anybody coming and low enough where you could escape out a window without too much damage.

Being chased by Nazis made you consider these types of things when deciding on a place to live.

"Come here voluntarily?" he asked, shuffling through the contracts that weren't labeled anymore. Now he kind of wished they were. Which fucking paper was the one that had to get signed again? "Or running away from something?"

"Voluntarily. Decided to give the small town thing a chance," she said. "I try to make it a habit not to run away from anything."

Unlike some stupid archeologists she knew.

"Why in the hell would you come here voluntarily?" Loki asked and made a face while yanking a few pieces of paper out of a file. "Fucking town's a nightmare. People wanting to wave and chat and talk to me like I'm some fucking sideshow attraction that they can gawk out. I'd rather eat glass."

Marion looked down at Mutt and she knew they were going to have to have a talk later about this man and how Mutt should never ever pay attention to what he said.

"You look relatively normal to me," she said, shrugging. But between what Indy told her earlier and this, well, she was having her doubts about this town.

"Don't judge a book by its cover," he said and slid some papers toward her for apartment #1. "It won't be right, especially about me. But hey, if that's an attempt at flirting, I'll take it."

He smiled again.

"It's just an observation," she assured him with a smile. She looked down at the papers and, while some of the stuff was a little foreign to her, it looked to be in order. Marion signed where she had to and looked very relieved to be getting this stuff out of the way. She just wanted to start her work at the bar, where she would feel comfortable.

Mother of the year, right here.

"Too bad," he said mildly and reached for a set of keys, sliding them across the desk towards her. "I've been hearing all about all the females in this town and you're the first over eighteen one I've met and you're just making fucking observations. I have the shittiest luck."

It'd been awhile, okay? Maybe he was overexcited about seeing women who were the Last Fucking Scion.

"Well, you're pretty cute so I don't think it will be long before your luck changes," she said. Marion didn't know what the over eighteen thing was all about. She was sixteen when she started seeing Indy for the first time. He had been twenty-seven.

Okay, so maybe Marion was the best person to go to for relationship advice.

"Thanks for the apartment," Marion said, taking the keys and sticking them in her pants pocket. "I promise I won't give you any trouble."

"I really don't give a damn if you do," he said and waved his hand again. "If you do anything raunchy, invite me. If you don't, then I'll...evict you."

Evict was the right word, right?

"It's way too fucking boring here already," he continued. "I'm gonna start putting holes in walls if I get too bored."

"I doubt there will be any raunchiness going on what with the kid around," Marion said, tilting her head down. "But I'll be sure to invite you should any arise."

She hadn't been lying when she said he was cute.

"Well, I start work at the bar on Saturday," she said. "So maybe you could stop by there for a drink to cure your boredom before deciding to wreck your place."

"Maybe I will."

He so would. He didn't have any other goddamn thing to do. And he wasn't going to take up knitting either who ever had left that stupid book in his apartment would be getting a broken nose when he figured out who'd left it behind.

"Rain check on the raunchiness then. I'll keep the same in mind for you."

"I appreciate it," she said with a grin. "Thanks again."

"Yep," he said, nodding once before going back to doing what he'd been doing before which was absolutely nothing.

Fun times.

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