MHA Lobby, Tuesday

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MHA Lobby, Tuesday

The last time Loki had been at work, the power had been out and it had been fucking cold as shit. This time, it was still chilly but the power was on and the lobby was warm. He had no snow to shovel (thank fuck) and his good mood from the previous days had carried over till today.

He was almost feeling pleasant and that was a fucking scary thing to realize. He wiped the smile off his face and just picked something to glower at. That something turned out to be the surface of the desk in front of him. When he realized he was glowering at the fucking desk, he shook his head and hopped up on the desk, magazine in his lap.

He could glower at the magazine. Or something. Or start smiling again.

Fuck.

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Fourth floor: 12

He's sitting up on the desk, reading quietly.

Yes, quietly.

Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaains!

"Whatcha reading?" Ben asked, coming down the stairs. He was bored and wanted to irritate someone. Loki just happened to be the first person he saw.

"The fucking dictionary," he said but held up the magazine to show Ben the very un dictionary like cover. It was just some pop culture rag. "Learning all sorts of new things."

"Oh, that's the new periodical dictionary I've heard so much about," Ben joked. "This way they're able to keep on the cutting edge of new words as TV shows make them up, right?"

"That actually wouldn't be a bad idea what with all the fucking slang that comes out these days," he said. "Half the time, I can't understand what they're saying. They call it English, I call it gibberish."

"If only they would come out with an Oxford Dictionary of the Gibberish Language," Ben said. "It would be the only dictionary where having everything in alphabetical order wouldn't necessarily help."

"And people would bitch about that because it's too hard to read," he said, pitching his voice higher to illustrate a whine. "I'd probably bitch too but that's just because I'm lazy and a bitcher."

"I wouldn't bitch. I might whine, maybe even whinge, but no bitching from me," Ben said.

"Not a fan of bitching?" Loki asked. "It's really an art, if you think about it."

"It's just not the method of complaining that's right for me," Ben said. "It's perfect for you, though. No offense meant, it's a compliment."

"None taken, I know I bitch up a fucking storm," Loki said and laughed. "I think I manage to do it and not sound like a whiny fucking wuss, too. If I do say so myself."

"I think it's the cursing," Ben said. "It elevates you out of pure whining very effectively."

"Which is always good to hear," he said proudly. "What's going on, Ben? Glad to see you made it through that fucking snowstorm of evil."

"Those are the benefits of living on the fourth floor. What little heat there is rises and the snow wasn't quite up to my window, so it could have been much worse for me," Ben said.

"Lucky. I was fucking freezing," he groused grumpily. "Stupid first floor. Getting used to this weird place, yet?"

"I'm originally from New York," Ben said. "This wasn't too much of a change."

"I'm from fucking Wisconsin," he said. "Big huge change."

Not really.

"Everyone I rent to has come from big city to small fucking island. It's like this place is a magnet of some kind."

"To be fair, this is the latest in a long series of small towns for me," Ben said. "So at least this was part of a pattern for me."

"You're a nomad!" Loki declared. "Surprised you didn't come into town with a bag tied to a stick slung over your shoulder and spurs on your fucking boots."

Again, too many movies.

It would have been better than the way he did come into town. "Hey, I wasn't a hobo. Or a cowboy. I'm able to dress myself like I have some dignity."

"I dunno, your hair kind of looks like a hobo's," he joked, having no room to really talk. "Like some guy on a fucking boxcar cut it with a Flowbee."

"It's better than it was when I let it grow really long," Ben said. He blamed that on several rough years working through a significant identity crisis. But really, deep down, he knew there was no excuse.

"What, like a fucking hippie?" Loki asked. "You didn't smoke weed, did you, Ben? MHA is a drug free environment."

Like he cared that much.

"Not like a hippie," Ben said. He would have used 'It was the 90's' as an excuse, but Marvel Time invalidated that. "I admit it, the hair made me look like a hobo. But I still dressed with dignity."

"What'd you do before coming here?" Loki asked curiously. "Bass player for a heavy metal band?"

"When I was on the road? I was an assistant to a bunch of scientists at universities across the country," Ben said. "But after I got a haircut, I got a job at a coffee shop."

"I like that you've almost officially separated your life into BH and AH. Before haircut and after haircut," Loki said and laughed. "Like a fucking turning point or something."

"What can I say, it's a good mile marker in my life," Ben said. "What about you? What were you doing back when you were in Wisconsin?"

"Little bit of this, little bit of that," he said, shrugging. "Avoiding the fucking snow. Checking out all the fucking warms. Not much to do in Wisconsin if you're not a Cheesehead."

"What is there to do in Wisconsin if you are a Cheesehead and it's not football season?" Ben asked.

"Not too fucking much," he said truthfully. That'd been part of the reason he'd been dumped there. "I think I saw a Wal Mart once."

"And you didn't have a heart attack from the excitement?" Ben asked.

"I contained myself until I got home wherein I had a fucking spaz attack," he said dryly. "Wisconsin was the fucking land of grass, snow and farms. Nothing at all to do. Even the hobos were bored."

"And hobos can entertain themselves pretty much anywhere," Ben said. "They have jug music and hobo signs to keep them busy. If even that stuff didn't work, it must be rough."

"You almost make me want to break the chains of my fucking job and go be a hobo," Loki said, snickering. "Jug music? Fucking awesome."

"Well, I'm guessing there. But if I were a hobo, I'd play jug music all the time," Ben said.

"Then, you'd have to have someone to dance," Loki said. "Like another hobo. It could be like your thing. You play, he dances and you're both getting exercise and getting entertained."

"Maybe we could make some money at the subway station, too," Ben said.

"I really wanna hear you play some fucking jug music now," Loki decided.

"I'll be at Caritas some night with a jug," Ben promised. He didn't say which night, though.

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