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[ooc: post David/Charlie. slowtimed. v.v. slowtimed.]

Charlie enters the wear, wearing a green t-shirt that reads "Tis Himself" in gold Celtic-like letters.

His hair is also green.

Please don't ask him to sing "Dannyboy". He might hurt you.

~~[ooc: mun must flee for some obligations. back later. slowtime please?]~~

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He giggles.

"No, I have my own house. I stay there with lots of other people. You can get there from here if you like. You just need a key."

"Where do you live?"

"Tokyo."

"Oh . . . are you friends with Yamino? He lives there too, I think."

He giggles.

"I suppose you could call us friends. It's more along the lines of me being his father, really. But we are friends."

Eyebrow arches. "You're . . . very young to be a father."

He grins.

"Not really. I'm very old to be a father. And Yamino is very old to be a son."

Another grin and the little boy gets up and reaches to the top of his head, on tip toe, and pats it.

"Come on. The hairdye didn't have enough time to get that far in. You can figure this out..."

"Did take me a minute," Charlie says quietly. "You're Loki, yeah?"

He nods, a bright smile on his face.

"Yes, that'd be me."

Charlie nods, trying to smile back but suddenly nervous. David's Loki.

And him with hickeys on his neck.

He looks up at Charlie with amusement.

"I'm well aware, Charlie. And as I've told him and will now tell you, I don't mind. I want him happy...not perpetually locked in a ball of angst over the situation with you and I and all that. He's got a big heart...for all that he seems to think it's just his...well."

An impish smile.

"Anyway, that's actually why I came over. I wanted you to know I wasn't upset."

"Oh."

Pause, pause.

"Thank you."

And it's no longer a child sitting on the floor, but an incredibly handsome young blonde man, white wings curled around him. He is still sitting on the floor, though, with a smile on his face.

"You're welcome. Feel better?"

"Um . . . in what sense?"

Another impish grin.

"In the 'not going to be smote and/or bamboozled in some hideos manner' sort of way."

"Yes. Very much so."

He smiles.

"That's good then. Now..."

He stares at the piano.

"You know how to work this thing?"

Grin.

"I do. What do you want to hear?"

He shrugs.

"Anything you'd like to play. I like music...but I'm absolutely useless at it. Not an in-tune bone in my body. If you knocked the lot of them with a hammer you'd get a fiery cacophony of noise. Nope...no skill in that whatsoever."

He smiles, though, wings closing a bit more around him to almost make a comfortable chair-type thing.

"Something soft might be nice though."

"There's a lot of things I like to play," Charlie muses. He flexes his fingers a moment, thinking, and decides on an old favorite. It's soft.

Words are flowing out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru o deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they stumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru o deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva

Loki listens, a truly serene look on his face before the song ends and his eyes open slowly, swirling from blue to green to gold and back before he finishes opening them.

"That was lovely, Charlie."

And he smiles and looks at him.

"I suppose I see what David sees..."

Charlie smiles uncertainly. "Thanks. I can see what David sees too."

"What? The wings? Yes, they really are a bit ob--"

He's grinning though. Warm.

"You're very cute," Charlie says honestly.

It's something of a pout he gets for that. Then again, it's a very cute pout, so really, if that gets commented on, it's Loki's own fault.

"I don't try for cute, but I suppose I'll have to accept it eventually. Usually, I go for beautiful or attractive...but I can swing with 'cute'. I guess it's a side effect of being eight years old so often."

Another impish grin and then a tilt of the head.