[Loki had enough presence of mind to disable the wards protecting his new home before Wanda got there. When she finds him in his bedroom he's simply laying on top of his perfectly made bed, still fully clothed shoes and all. He's staring straight up at the ceiling, his irises completely eclipsed by his pupils.]
Good evening, Wanda. Do be careful of the plant.
[He gestures to a completely normal houseplant by the door to the bedroom.]
[ She’s more sober now than when they initially started texting. Her eyes drift to the plant and she...waves at it, more to appease Loki than anything.
With a wave of her hand, she uses her powers to set the food down nearby and moves to sit on the edge of his bed. ]
Th plant is a new addition. Congratulations. [ Somehwat serious and somewhat playful because she’s still buzzed.]
[Not offended by the question, but she is a bit concerned for his sheets.]
Are you planning to go anywhere else? Should take off your shoes.
[And now she leans back to look up at the ceiling. Granted, she can't see the same thing, but the popcorn ceiling does create some interesting shapes.]
Is there anything I can just hold? Not sure I can use utensils at the moment.
[He watches as she moves to lay down and reaches a hand out to touch her arm. It seems that the touch helps to anchor him to the real world just a little bit better.
He does appreciate that she is careful to not let the flames burn him. He worries momentarily for the bed, but reasons that if it actually catches fire she would say something about it.]
The man I got it from said it would last about 2 hours. What time is it now?
[Hot and sour, something with a kick because that's what she was craving it...and wanton strips.
His touch is welcomed, and she doesn't want to get up. Instead...she cheats, concentrating on her magic to have a cup of soup come to them. The steam wafting in the air.]
It's nearing midnight....and the soup is in front of you. You'll want to sit up slowly.
[This is one of the reasons he likes Wanda. She's very good at flattering him. That and she's a very bright young woman who plays along with his drugged out hallucinations.]
But this is not a cat. It's cat-head Thor. Thor likes wontons.
[He flips his hand over and gives hers a gentle squeeze. Once more the physical contact seems to ground him, helping the hallucinations seem less real.]
You know you don't have to wait for me to take dubious drugs to come over. If you want company you need only ask.
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