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[vance_prime]

The Vance-Freeman twins are crawling around on a patch of hardwood floor near (but not too near) the fireplace. They are playing the time-honored game of "Pick The Cheerios Up Off The Floor."

This game is also known as "Mommy Went To Get Snacks And Spilled Them When She Went To Sit Down But She's Too Tired To Bother Cleaning Up So Fuck It, It Won't Hurt Them To Eat Off The Floor."

Botherable.

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[scarred_grin]

Long story short, while Weyland and Skaði are busily crafting the box to contain the god-killing sword upstairs--long story short it's a running joke with Loki, an occasional hobby, being a selkie poseur. It's a pleasant way to spend an evening, if one happens to be an enterprising and vaguely amoral shapeshifter.

Yeah, baby, it's a lonely life out there in the sea. I want to know how it feels to be human, even if it's just for one night--no, don't leave your husband for me. You can't live underwater. No, don't tell your parents you've met the perfect woman--what sort of wife would I be to you? I can't see you again for seven years. But I'll think of you while I'm out there. Will you think of me?

But these things take subtlety; you can't overplay it. Which is why--well, that and laziness--he's taking the low-key approach tonight. One scruffy redhead (in a thick fisherman's sweater, corduroy trousers, no shoes) over on the couch, working his way through a plate of broiled fish and vegetables, a sealskin coat beside him.

A harmless diversion, while he bides his time. Quite botherable.

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[poins]

Ned Poins is on the bar, his weary arms
Thrown over trusty wood, head flat
Upon the counter, groaning softly
From the effects of lately drunken sack
That left his skull hollow and dry.-