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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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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.

"If I were trying to chat you up I'd say something like that. But I'm not. So."

"Chat me--"

He blinks.

"Well..."

But he's grinning.

"Aren't you sweet?"

"I've been accused of such." He smiles.

And now he leans on the side of the piano bench because really, with the added height, he was scrunched under there.

"Hm, much better than what I'm usually accused of. Myths? Are bloody annoying sometimes."

"I don't think I know your myths."

He snorts.

"Bad press, the lot of it. And depressing as anything. We all know how we're going to die. Lovely bit of work there. Yes, so...I'm a Trickster and if you know any myths...or even just a normal, mortal practical joker in person? You'll see how well I'm liked."

He arches an eyebrow and smiles. "Not very?"

He looks up at Charlie.

"My, aren't you bright? Very good. 'Not very'. Meanwhile, they completely ignore the fact that I'm necessary. Half the bloody myths happened because I was there to make them happen, and while they call me Oathbreaker, I've never broken one. Liesmith, and yet I almost never lie. Foe of the Gods when I've pulled all of their collective asses out of the fryer more often than most of them can count up to."

He looks up to Charlie.

"Feel free to...bap me on the head or something if I get irritating."

Charlie smiles.

And then beeps his nose.

"Mrrep."

He blinks.

"Is that 'you're annoying me' or 'you're rather cute, I don't mind'?"

"Option number two, please." He's still smiling.

He looks up at Charlie with a scrinched nose, a grin, and blinking, yet amused, eyes.

"I don't dispense drinks, you know."