driftfleet | o1;; You didn't see that coming?

Who: Pietro & You!
Broadcast: yes
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: Right now

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[ The video feed shakes, the audio cracking as the communicator is moved around. The broadcasting image so far is the floor, covered in multicolored confetti, and a pair of black and grey running sneakers in view. The left foot taps impatiently before the video swings again to the bridge of the Bloodsport. ]

[ There is a sigh before heavily accented voice accompanies the shoddy cameraman-ship. ] If this is someone's idea of a prank, it lacks humor.

[ The communicator finally turns around, and Pietro is very firmly not happy with this situation. ]

I have complaints.

[ SS Bloodsport;; ]
[ Pietro can be found in various places throughout the Bloodsport. In the kitchen, trying to figure out what the deal with protein paste is. The bridge offers a bit of a distraction with the endless sea of stars or the array of broadcast settings, and how can he resist settling into the bunks? It's been a very long time since he's had his own room. ]

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[He waves a hand, still playing.] I make it a rule to not think. It gives a person wrinkles.

By that logic, you've got something. Just there.

[ Pietro taps his own forehead. ]

Accusing me of having thoughts already?

Mostly wrinkles.

It must be my advanced years showing. How sad.

We can't all age so gracefully.

Mmm. [He rests his chin on his hand, unbothered.] How does it feel when the drapes don't match the carpet? Fashion statement?

[ Oh my god, Loki. You have to at least go on a date before asking about somebody's pubes. Crass. ]

Don't ask questions you're not prepared to have answered.

[Loki spreads his hands, eyebrows arched up. Try me.]

[ Pietro leans back from the communicator, half shrugging. ]

That's nothing I need to justify to you, long-hair.

[He nods wisely.]

It is all right if you are shy. I hear this is an exceedingly non-judgmental place.

[Chin in hand again.]

So I am wrinkly and have long hair. Are there any other physical defects of mine you should like to lodge a complaint against?

I'm not shy- I simply have higher standards than unzipping my pants for strangers.

[ He puffs up a little, squaring his shoulders. ]

I wouldn't go so far as to say they are physical defects. Characteristics, maybe.

Oh, I see. Standards. A healthy amount of shame over your body. Wise of you.

[Loki bows his head slightly as if accepting a compliment.]

I am a man composed of many characteristics

It's certainly not shame to not want to be on display.

[ Do you even see him, Loki? He's attractive and he knows it. ]

Does the man composed of many characteristics have a name, or am I forced to come up with one?

Nor does it indicate a lack of standards to do so.

[He's seen better.]

I do have a name, but now I'm curious to what extent your creativity goes.

[ Well that, he won't argue.. It would do as much as arguing with a brick wall. ]

[ He takes a moment to really look at Loki before snapping his fingers. ]

Shadow.

[ Sneaky, full of secrets, many characteristics. ]

[Loki laughs.]

Oh, I like that. Shadow.

[Shaking his head, smiling, he evaporates.]

[ WELL. Guess that conversation is done with.

A bizarre end to an even more bizarre conversation. ]

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