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MHA Lobby, Tuesday

Loki figured that, since he technically ran the joint, he could get away with things that most other people couldn't. And he was only the boss of a small fucking set of apartments. He had no idea what sort of things He must have been getting away with on a daily basis. Lucky bastard.

But, since he was in charge here, he was taking advantage of that by actually laying on the counter, feet crossed at the ankle and hands behind his head. His eyes were closed but he definitely wasn't asleep and it wasn't hard to observe that fact.

A box of donuts lay unopened on his chair, waiting to be the morning's breakfast. That was one thing he did like about this place. They had really fucking excellent donuts. Who knew he'd be looking forward to fucking pastries?

The regular lights were off and the Christmas lights that had been strung up a few weeks ago were on and twinkling, providing enough light to see and navigate the lobby area.

It was kind of nice. Don't fucking tell anyone.

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He's there, sprawled out like he owns the joint.

"Well," Daisy commented, gingerly rubbing her knee as she failed to navigate perfectly through the lobby. Sure, it was bright enough, but, usually, she'd consumed alcohol when she had to make her way through bright and flashing lights; she was a bit unpractised at it in the morning hours. "You look comfy."

"It's more comfortable than it looks," he said, smiling in the dim light. "I can say I've slept in worse places. It's my version of meditation. Christmas lights and a really hard counter. Om. Om. I'm at peace."

"Can't say I've tried that one," Daisy admitted. "Think I should try it this week?"

"Depends," he replied, turning his head slightly towards her, "on how stressed you are. If you're stressed, I'd probably recommend other things before the counter-Christmas lights-donuts trick. But, you can try it right now, if you'd like. I can move."

"Does it take long?" Daisy asked. "To get into the proper relaxation for an effective meditation? I have, after all, a real job I need to get to."

"I think I heard an insult in that statement," Loki said, sitting up and swinging his legs to hang off the counter. "You're insulting me. Wait no, you're insulting my job. Do you want me to cry tears of fucking sadness that no one appreciates me?"

He rubbed at one eye, sniffling exaggeratedly.

"If I wasn't here, you wouldn't have your glamorous apartment and someone to tease every morning. I'm so taken for granted."

"I'm sure it's very hard for you," Daisy stated, but she couldn't help a little chuckle that prevented it from sounding too serious. "If it's any consolation, you do a wonderful job of making sure my glamourous apartment is there and that there's someone for me to tease every morning."

"Well, it's nothing like chasing bad guys and playing with handcuffs but it's a pretty important job and I thank you for your appreciation," he said and banged the heels of his boots against the counter to punctuate that. "But no, it doesn't take long to get relaxed. Amazingly enough, it's pretty effective."

Edited 2008-11-25 23:10 (UTC)

"Couldn't hurt, then," Daisy observed and she turned around, so that her back was to the counter, and she hopped up onto it so that she was sitting beside him. "Always important to start the day out good and relaxed, innit?"

"That's my motto." he said. It wasn't. He didn't care. "No use in being all tense and tight. That can lead to tension headaches, high blood pressure and a really fucking awful mood." He paused, smiled. "WebMD is a fount of knowledge."

"Besides, being relaxed would help prevent a fucking muscle pull if you gotta chase some asshole down because he broke some law, wouldn't it? Hamstring pulls are fucking insane."

Daisy kicked her legs in front of her a little. "Crook's not going to just sit there and wait for you to stretch, that's for sure."

"That's just when you throw a rock at them," he said and hopped down to give her room. "Rocks in the head? They hurt like a bitch. Happened to me a few times."

"My aim is better than my arm," Daisy noted, shifting to turn, knees up and feet on the counter, once Loki was out of the way. "I'll stick to tranqs."

She scooted her butt a little to have enough room and then laid right down, arms behind her head in imitation of Loki's previous positioning.

"Hey, this is pretty comfy."

"Tranqs?" he repeated, leaning against the front of the desk some. "You don't mess around. Remind me never to cross your path if I've done something naughty naughty. I've seen you throw darts, I can only imagine a tranq in my fucking neck. That'd just piss us both off in different ways."

Daisy closed her eyes, but she smirked. "They're standard, you know," she said. "A hell of a lot more so than rocks. You could get sued throwing rocks."

"And court cases are such a pain in the ass," he said but lowered his voice some in deference to the relaxation. "Doesn't feel too bad, does it? It's kind of like watching the stars at night."

Which wasn't an admittance that he did it.

"Even if you've got your eyes closed, you know they're there sorta deal," he continued. "Nice to know that some things are constant even when the rug's being pulled out from under you."

Daisy was quiet for a moment, letting out a slow breath as she let the meditative properties supersede the silliness of laying there on a desk in your apartment building's lobby. She smiled lightly. "Don't see red and green stars very often," she observed. But I see where you're coming from with that one. I think I'd take the regular old stars, though."

"At least you remember there are stars," Loki said quietly. "A lot of people take that for granted, assuming stuff like that is everlasting. Something so familiar and so fucking...amazing can be overlooked so quickly because people assume it's always going to be there. They'll look tomorrow. They'll look next week. I hate to be there the day that person looks up and all they see is that fucking black sky."

Daisy met that with quiet, at first, her breathing paced and shallow

Then she smiled, faintly, her closed eyelids fluttering a little as if wanting to open.

"May not always be stars," she said, "but I bet you'll eternally remain that bright little ray of optimistic sunshine you are, eh, Loki?"

"I am who I am," he said and shrugged. "I make no apologies. I don't do false optimism or cheer for the hell of it, unfortunately. If you want that, I'm not your man."

Another shrug and turned around to lean his back against the counter, staring up at the lights.

"If the stars go out, I don't know what I'll be doing," he said and then laughed. "Probably searching for a fucking flashlight and a book called The Dummies Guide to the Universe Imploding."

"I hope," Daisy said, "you find the flashlight first; otherwise, the book'll be pretty hard to read."

"I'm hoping I don't need the flashlight at all," he replied. "I kinda like the stars."

He turned back around, smiled down at her.

"Still relaxed or need a little more encouragement?"

"How could anyone not be relaxed, with such light and fluffy conversation like this?"

"You didn't answer the question," he said and then added, "We can talk about something else, if you want. Pick the subject, if I don't know it, I'll bullshit. If I do, well, I do."

"I'm sure you can bullshit with the best of them," Daisy said, and it was a compliment, mostly. "And, yes, I am relaxed, thank you. Maybe too relaxed; if I wasn't talking to you right now, I'd likely fall asleep."

"I've had a lot of experience," he said and smiled. "I'd call it an art form but maybe that's going a little too far. It's a helpful talent for when I find myself in sticky situations."

Which happened more often than not.

"Good thing you said that because I was gonna offer to sing to you if you weren't." That hadn't been what he was going to offer but, again, bullshitter. "Lullabies and the like."

"Bless, that would have me out like a baby," Daisy said. "Which is sad, because I'd still like to hear you sing."

"Wanna hear me sing?" he asked, half smiling. "Really?"

"I'll bet your singing voice is just as sonorous as your regular speech."

"Let me see your hand," he said, holding out his own, palm up, "and I'll see if I can make those assumptions come true."

"What do you need my hand for?" Daisy asked, although she was already lifting her own, trying to hone in on Loki's since her eyes were closed.

"Part of the song," he explained, catching her hand lightly in his and cradling it in his palm, so he was just holding it and her fingers were loose. "See, it's interactive."

"Ah. Interactive. Of course." Daisy's fingers curled in a little, but, other than that, she held her hand still in Loki's, and smiled. And then she waited, wondering if this was going where she suspected it might.

This wasn't actually a song but he was going to have to, at least, make it rhythmic to make it work.

And he had a horrid singing voice. Oh well.

Loki cleared his throat a few times, playing like he was warming up. He reached for the pinkie finger first, lightly touching it.

"This little piggy went to the market," he said, shaking her finger lightly while doing his best speaking yet singing voice as he moved onto each finger in succession. "This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef. This little piggy had none."

"And this," he said, reaching to jostle her thumb, "little piggy went wee wee wee all the way time. Ta da!"

So macho.

It wasn't quite what Daisy had expected, but still along the same line, and much cuter, she decided, and she even managed to hold her laugh back until he was finished. Her fingers curled toward his.

"Lovely," she said, and laughed again. "I wouldn't quit your day job, though."

"It's only for when I need extra spending money to feed my Pixie Stick addiction," he said, eyes widening in an exaggerated fashion. He kept his hand where it was, still light. "Don't worry though, I don't plan on leaving this wonderful building to anyone else for awhile. Who else could staple a fucking Santa poster with such elegance?"

Edited 2008-11-26 04:38 (UTC)

"No one I can think of," Daisy laughed. "That's for sure."

"Which is why you can expect to see my smiling face amidst twinkling lights for awhile yet," he said. Even if he couldn't leave, this place wasn't that incredibly bad.

"And I just know you look forward to that every morning," he laughed. "And I can do the same for you."

Daisy couldn't help smiling softly for that. "You definitely seem to be onto something with this desktop meditation, I'll give you that," she said. "Almost don't want to get up, but I suppose I should. I'm pretty sure I was heading somewhere just now."

"You need to stop catching me in the lobby when you're off to earn your paycheck," he chided lightly. "It's always go go go go stop wait go go go. Or something like that."

"That paycheck," Daisy reminded him, opening her eyes again and, reluctantly, pulling herself up. How nice that she had Loki's hand there in hers to help her, "helps make up your paycheck."

"And I, in turn, buy Christmas decorations!" he said exuberantly, keeping his hand where it was even if he'd become aware of where it was. Huh.

"Nothing wrong with earning your paycheck, of course. I mean, someone's gotta do that job and it sure as hell shouldn't be me," he continued. "Not that I don't like seeing you in the lobby. You look good in twinkling red and green lights."

"And here I always figured flashing red and blue were more my colours." Daisy turned so that her legs were hanging over the side of the counter again, looking at Loki with a light smile, for just a moment. Then she gave his fingers a little squeeze and hopped off to her feet.

"They're not so bad on you, either. I'll see you around, yeah?"

"I'll definitely be around," he said, smiling at both the squeeze on his fingers and the words. "Don't work too hard earning that paycheck now."

Edited 2008-11-26 05:17 (UTC)

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