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MHA Lobby, Wednesday

Sometime between Monday and today, Loki had gone to the mainland and purchased himself a dart board complete with the sharpest set of darts he could buy. It was now set up behind the desk and he was lazily shooting them, striking the bullseye almost every single time. The times he missed were mostly just fucking flukes when he got distracted by his thoughts, such as they were.

There were currently four darts stuck in the board and he was currently tossing the fifth one up in the air, catching it between two fingers, sharp point down. This would be one of those things mothers would tell their kids not to do, you could cut yourself, take your fucking eye out, stab someone without meaning to.

Loki hadn't stabbed ANYONE accidentally. They'd all been on purpose. Ah, memories.

He tossed the dart one last time, snagging it out of the hair and hurling it towards the board hard and with pinpoint accuracy. After admiring his handiwork for a moment, he retrieved the darts and started flinging them as hard as he could at the dartboard. Maybe he was picturing someone's face there. Maybe not.

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Although Mary had told him he was welcome to stay at the hotel for as long as he wanted, Simon felt that as he seemed to be going to stay in Fandom for a while, he should at least look into the possibility of finding a place of his own. Actually, he hadn't had a place of his own in a long time, and the idea was appealing. He entered the lobby. "Hello?"

"Bathrooms aren't for public use!" Loki said, smiling pleasantly at the young guy. He liked that excuse.

Simon blinked, hesitating for a moment before saying: "I'm looking for an apartment."

"I figured as much," he said and tossed a dart towards the board lazily. "You new too? You look wide eyed and bushy tailed."

"I've been here for a few weeks," Simon said, following the flight of the dart. "And it looks like I'm going to have to stay longer than I first anticipated."

"Well, we've got a spot on the roof," Loki said, perfectly straight face in place. "It comes with a tent!"

Looking a little confused, Simon replied: "A tent? But there's an actual apartment too?"

"Just the tent," he said, leaning on the counter. "It gets really good sunlight!"

Of course there were plenty of border moons where people lived in tents, but he expected Fandom to be a little more civilized. "Then I'd rather stay in my hotel room," he said with a sight. "You have nothing else?"

"Of course I do, Junior," he said and shook his head. "I'm fucking with you. We've got two left. I'll even throw in the tent for free."

The man was starting to get on his nerves. "I don't need a tent," he replied a little curtly. "Can I have a look at the apartments."

"Be my guest," he said and tossed a set of keys at Simon. "Once you're done, you can tell me if you want second floor or fourth."

Simon caught the keys, frowning a little, and headed off to inspect the apartments.

Returning a while later, he placed the keys on the desk. "I'll think about it," he said, then added: "Do you work here often?"

"I'm the landlord," he said and smiled. "So, yeah, I work here all the damn. And I've got two apartments left, Junior, so don't think too long."

The landlord. He really had to think about this. Mary - who certainly was a lot nicer - had said he could stay at the hotel, after all. "I'll think about it," Simon repeated, then turned and headed towards the door.

"See you later, Junior," he said, waving at Simon's back.

He's flinging darts viciously and looking quite happy about it.

"Nice aim," Daisy, dressed and ready to head to work with a few more extra minutes to spare than in previous mornings, commented, feeling the observation to be horribly understated.

"Practice makes perfect," he said, stopping a dart in mid fling to smile over at her. "Morning, there."

Loki must have had a lot of time to practise, then. "Morning," Daisy offered back and returned the smile. "Not nearly as productive as Christmas decorations, but it'll keep your arm in shape, I'm sure."

"I'm sure," he said and laughed. "It's a new purchase for my more restless days. Seemed to be a better choice than just flinging them at the wall and giving myself more fucking work to do."

He set the dart down, sharp point in the air.

"Christmas decorations were a fluke. I was caught in a mood or some shit."

Daisy's eyes took in the dart a moment, and she shrugged. "Fluke or not," she said, "I like them."

Then she offered out her hand. "Let me have a go? It's been forever," as in almost never, "since I've played darts, but one throw to start the day sounds good."

"Sure," he said, pushing off his seat. He reached for the dart and set it in her hand carefully. No need to prick anyone. "Come around the counter so you're not at the bad angle."

Daisy nodded, moving around to reaccommodate herself to the target. She inspected it carefully, calculatingly, hand holding the dart just above her shoulder. Same concept as aiming a gun, she supposed, although the power behind it would be significant lessened. Still, eyes narrowed, she took into account Loki's already-there bulls-eyes, and then imagined the dart as a symbol, for justice, flying true and straight and steady...

...she missed her mark, just a little low and to the left, but didn't seem to bothered with a little laugh. "Well," she said, "that's not too bad."

"Not bad at all," he said, nodding at the dart. He smiled back over at her. "Nice form."

Of course he'd been watching.

"Wanna try it again?"

He pulled the dart off the board and offered it to her.

"Training," Daisy modestly explained away the compliment to form, taking the dart again with a small amount of bouncing before returning to the same mark as before and channeling in her focus. "'Course, I've never trained with darts before, but maybe now I should."

And she threw again, this time hitting along the centre, but far too high of the bull's-eye. It still stuck with a surprising resilience, though, as if it didn't matter that it wasn't hitting the right spot, it was going to hit as hard as it could.

"And experience? You can't explain everything with training, you know. Good form's good form." he guessed, eyebrows going up at the accuracy that dart had struck. "Good one."

He reached for another dart, leaving hers in the board and came to stand next to her so he could fling a dart. It was thrown fairly hard and unfailingly accurate, sticking to the bullseye easily.

"Not as good as that one" Daisy remarked on Loki's own bull's-eye. "And, I swear, it's all mostly training. They stuck me on jobs that didn't exactly lend themselves to experience of this nature."

"I get lucky sometimes," he said, leaning easily against the nearest wall. "So, I'm making another assumption but I think I'm right. You don't like being dormant."

[*flees home!* Back soon!]

"And I'm going to make an assumption back," Daisy responded with a smirk, moving to get a handful of darts from the board, "and claim that luck hasn't got nearly as much to do with it as you say. I would think it was modesty, but that doesn't seem to suit you at all."

She returned to split the darts, keeping two to herself and offer the other two to Loki, even as he was getting comfortable against the wall.

"Good call," he said, taking the darts with a grin. "Maybe I've got a little training too. Probably not the same as yours but similar all the same."

He touched the end of one dart, just making sure they were still sharp.

"So your assumption isn't an assumption in that it's a fact. I'm not that big a fan of facts anyway, you know. I can know all about a person or a place of a thing but knowing and experiencing are really different things."

Daisy mildly observed Loki testing the end of the dart a moment before her attention shifted back to the board and she let her first dart fly, steady and true, but a little mis-aimed to the left again. "Can't argue that!" she agreed. "Facts are tricky business, anyway. They rarely tell the whole story. Not without more, harder-to-find facts behind it, anyway."

"Getting the facts is the easy part, then?" he asked, nodding at her throw. "Or getting the facts is the fucking grunt work before the interesting stuff happens?"

Daisy cocked her head toward the board; his throw. But she had an idea she knew where it would end up, and, in a way, she wondered if that sort of took the fun out of the game out of it, being that good of a shot, knowing it was going to hit dead centre every time.

"Getting the good facts is hard work," she offered, "and where it starts to get interesting. Have to be ready to dig a bit, but the digging's the fun work."

"Unless you get all muddy," he said and flipped a dart towards the board. Not nearly as strong as before but still pretty accurate. Just a little to the right of the center of the bullseye. "Facts are the outline, the good facts are the coloring that fills things in, then?"

Daisy blinked a little at the near hit, wondering if it was intentionally imperfect. She didn't think on it long, though, focusing her own throw to get it, not in the centre, but where she aimed, just above Loki's.

"Exactly. Take those last two throws," she said, nodding toward the board. "Fact is, neither of us hit the bull's-eye. But did either of us hit our mark?"

"You might have to dig a little to get to my answer," he replied, one corner of his mouth turning up in a half smile. "Just as I'd have to dig a little to gets yours because I don't think you'll admit it outright. Or maybe you will."

He still had a dart left. He didn't hesitate in flinging it towards the board, placing it much more accurately this time.

Daisy smiled at where the dart landed. "Won't know unless you ask," she noted, and then turned, as smartly as her present state of dress would suggest, and added, "Which reminds me. Still got something in your pocket for me, or did I miss my chance?"

"No, I won't," he said and refrained from asking just yet. "And yeah, I've still got it. It's really fucking weird to carry around a broken Christmas light."

But he had.

He dug it out of the pocket of his jeans and held it out. "See. Still in all it's fucking broken glory."

"Well, I'm glad to take it off your hands, then," Daisy said, and did just that, taking it, and then, neatly, tucking it into the breast pocket of her shirt. "Thank you, Loki; I'll leave you to your darts and might find myself actually early for work this time." She looked up with a smile once it was secured and then, rather sweetly, leaned in and up with the same focus she used to aim her darts, to aim a kiss on his cheek. In gratitude. Or good-bye. Or whatever.

"Welcome," he said after she'd kissed his cheek and he'd gotten over the surprise that she had kissed cheek. Most people tended...well, most people weren't here right now so he could stop fucking thinking about that.

"Um, don't work too hard or too long or whatever the hell I'm supposed to say here," he said, momentarily fumbling the words. "And if you ever wanna play a longer game or something whatever, just let me know."

"Will do!" Daisy gave a little wave as she headed toward the door. "See you later, Loki."

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