[ Loki pokes his head up the stairs when he hears the stranger calling, pulling on a tshirt. He was napping, no thanks to his snake and this! weird dude!! Who the hel. There's some sort of gun on the fellow's back, he notes that on his way upstairs, and is rather relieved to find Freyja's version of "giant smelly man" is exaggerated. Well, maybe not the smelly part; this guy has a hiking vibe to him. ]
She's not worried, rather the opposite. [ Barefoot, Loki stands only a little shorter than his uninvited guest. His hand plants on a hip as he looks him over curiously. ] She asked if she can feed you to the crocs ...
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She's not worried, rather the opposite. [ Barefoot, Loki stands only a little shorter than his uninvited guest. His hand plants on a hip as he looks him over curiously. ] She asked if she can feed you to the crocs ...
[ MAYBE HE'LL SAY YES. ]