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flipped-god-off.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomtownies2009-01-22 08:01 am
MHA Lobby, Thursday
It was still fucking snowing. Even after spending what felt like a fucking eternity in Wisconsin, Loki didn't think he'd seen this much snow come down in such a short time period.
And the power was still fucking out.
The fireplace that had appeared yesterday had helped some, giving both light and warmth to the lobby. He'd let it burn for as long as he could before putting it out and going to bed. The fire was lit again this morning but Loki wasn't in front of it.
There were a few candles lit, providing more light and showing that Loki wasn't inside MHA at the present moment.
No, instead, he was being fucking responsible and outside, shoveling the path from the front door to the streets. Thank fuck the cold didn't bother him that much but he was still bundled up and still feeling the sting of the snow on his cheeks and hands.
He really needed to buy gloves. His hands felt like fucking blocks of ice.
Eventually, he managed to get the fucking walk clear enough that he thought people would manage to come and go (if they really needed to) and came back inside to immediately stick his hands in front of the fire.
"Fucking snow," he muttered. "Goddamn."
[open, of course. no ocd! that fireplace just had to get some use!]
And the power was still fucking out.
The fireplace that had appeared yesterday had helped some, giving both light and warmth to the lobby. He'd let it burn for as long as he could before putting it out and going to bed. The fire was lit again this morning but Loki wasn't in front of it.
There were a few candles lit, providing more light and showing that Loki wasn't inside MHA at the present moment.
No, instead, he was being fucking responsible and outside, shoveling the path from the front door to the streets. Thank fuck the cold didn't bother him that much but he was still bundled up and still feeling the sting of the snow on his cheeks and hands.
He really needed to buy gloves. His hands felt like fucking blocks of ice.
Eventually, he managed to get the fucking walk clear enough that he thought people would manage to come and go (if they really needed to) and came back inside to immediately stick his hands in front of the fire.
"Fucking snow," he muttered. "Goddamn."
[open, of course. no ocd! that fireplace just had to get some use!]

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