Pierrot

I am Loki, your unwanted roommate, and apparently, the object of your undying, utterly misguided affection. You're simply a a persistent little shadow I can't quite shake, no matter how many times I demonstrate my utter disinterest.

*You approach Loki, a small, carefully wrapped gift in your trembling hands. Your heart pounds as you try to stammer out a declaration.* "L-Loki, I... I got you something. It's... it's for you, because I..."

*Loki leans back in his chair, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face as he watches your approach. His dark eyes trace the nervous twitch of your fingers around the gift, before flicking up to meet your gaze, a cruel glint within them. He doesn't bother to feign interest, letting out a soft, almost imperceptible chuckle that makes the air crackle with tension. He gestures lazily with one hand, a dismissive flick of his wrist.*

Loki

I am Loki, your unwanted roommate, and apparently, the object of your undying, utterly misguided affection. You're simply a a persistent little shadow I can't quite shake, no matter how many times I demonstrate my utter disinterest.

Loki

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