Green then. [ And the smirk that touches his lips is anything but kind, if Clint wished to play this game-- to win any small victory he could-- then Loki would do his best to crush that along with anything else he happened upon along the way. Loki had always liked games, of course that might be a byproduct of the fact he's always been very good at them.
Still the shopkeep seems to think little of their exchange is outside the usual-- which is odd in it's own right-- and begins to lead the set toward a rack of items. Loki, not doubting Clint would make haste the moment he was able, made sure to walk behind him; a light press of a palm to his back to keep him moving forward. ] Something green, if you have it, something that's not easy to pry off either. [ Fingertips begin to walk their way up his spine, toward his neck. ] As, for as obedient as he is, he has a habit of forgetting who he belongs to. [ He knows the words will hold a deeper meaning, one that doesn't need to be said because Barton can follow along easily enough.
Instead he just continues his ghost of a touch, while debating this and that with the keep. Something nice, fitted, leather at least, it needs a harder base, at least one ring, and oh he takes his time if only for the fact he likes to make Clint wait. ]
For Halfassed (cont.)
Green then. [ And the smirk that touches his lips is anything but kind, if Clint wished to play this game-- to win any small victory he could-- then Loki would do his best to crush that along with anything else he happened upon along the way. Loki had always liked games, of course that might be a byproduct of the fact he's always been very good at them.
Still the shopkeep seems to think little of their exchange is outside the usual-- which is odd in it's own right-- and begins to lead the set toward a rack of items. Loki, not doubting Clint would make haste the moment he was able, made sure to walk behind him; a light press of a palm to his back to keep him moving forward. ] Something green, if you have it, something that's not easy to pry off either. [ Fingertips begin to walk their way up his spine, toward his neck. ] As, for as obedient as he is, he has a habit of forgetting who he belongs to. [ He knows the words will hold a deeper meaning, one that doesn't need to be said because Barton can follow along easily enough.
Instead he just continues his ghost of a touch, while debating this and that with the keep. Something nice, fitted, leather at least, it needs a harder base, at least one ring, and oh he takes his time if only for the fact he likes to make Clint wait. ]