[While Loki's cleaning himself, Thor scoops up the abandoned sheets, strips the rest from the bed, and after some searching, finds the washing machine behind a closet door. One of his favorites of man's technology. Because it's simple to use, and always works as it should, unlike most of the rest of it, he's found.]
[He shuts the door, and hunts down his clothes. The armor, he leaves in a pile by the door, to be collected later. The leggings and tunic he dons, and sits on the bed as he laces the leathers of his boots.]
[The water stops, and a moment later, there is Loki, looking small still in an over-large towel, cleaned now, at least. Thor stands, and crosses the room to run a hand through his wet hair, and kiss the top of his head.] Have you eaten today? [ Besides cones of spun sugar, he means.]
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[He shuts the door, and hunts down his clothes. The armor, he leaves in a pile by the door, to be collected later. The leggings and tunic he dons, and sits on the bed as he laces the leathers of his boots.]
[The water stops, and a moment later, there is Loki, looking small still in an over-large towel, cleaned now, at least. Thor stands, and crosses the room to run a hand through his wet hair, and kiss the top of his head.] Have you eaten today? [ Besides cones of spun sugar, he means.]